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AAOUSQUETAIRES 
THE  MUSKETEERS 


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OUSQUETAIRES. 

(THE  MUSKETEERS.) 
A  COMIC  OPERA  IN  TWO  ACTS, 

BY 

LOUIS^  YARHEY. 

Adaptation  of  Words  to  Music  by 

H.  B.  FARNIE. 
Acting  Version  by  DEXTRR  SMITK. 


-    BOSTON: 

Copyright  1881,  by 

OLIVER  DITSON  &  CO. 
H.  DITSON  &  CO.,   LYON  &  HEALY,    J.  E.  DITSON  k  Ca 

ITBW  YORK.  cntOAGO.  PUILADELPIIIA. 


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LES 

MOUSQUETAIRES. 

(THE  MUSKETEERS.) 
A  COMIC  OPEEA  IN  TWO  ACTS, 

3T 

LOUIS   VARNEY. 

Adaptation  of  Words  to  Music  by 
H.  B.  FARNIE. 

Acting  Version  by  DEXTRR  SMITH. 
BOSTON: 

Copyright  1881,  by 

OLIVER  DITSON  &  CO. 
C  H.  DITSON  &  CO.,    LYON  &  HEALY,    J.  E.  DITSON  k  CO, 

KKW  YORK.  CHTCAGO.  PUILADELPHIA. 


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THE  MUSKETEERSnr'^- 

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VARCTSSE  de  BRISSAC,  Captain  in  the  Red  Musketeers 

30NTRAN  de  SOLANGES His  Comrade. 

ABBE  BRIDAINE,ex-T\M:ov.  of  Gontran,  visitok  to  Convent. 

GOVERNOR  OF  TOUR  A  IN E Count  de  Pontcourlay. 

RIGOBERT Sergeant  in  the  Red  Musketeers. 

RICHARD,  Landlord  of  the  Inn,  "The  Grey  Musketeer." 

FRACASSE,  )  Conspirators     against    the     Cardinal,   Dis- 
PA  TA  TRAS,  i         GUisED  as  Monks. 

LA  NOLO  IS,  )  CiTiZENc 

FARIN,  \ CITIZENS. 

SIMONE Waitress  at  Pichard's  Inn. 

MARIE  de  PONTCOURLAY. Niece  of  the  Governor. 

LOUISE Her  Sister. 

-SUPERIOR  OF  THE  URSULINE  CONVENT. 

SISTER  OPPORTUNE. 

IS  A  BELLE, 

AGATHA, 

CLARISSA, 

BERTHE, 

YVONNE, 

DIANE, 

JULIE, 

CLORINDA, 

CYDALISE, 

BLANCHE, 

FA  NINE. 

TROGNON,  I  „  „ 

FLORA         \   Flower  Girls. 

NOUGAT,\  „  ^ 

ELISE,         \ CANDY-GIRL.S. 

CLA  UDINE,        \ 

JAC(2UELINE,  \  Peasant  Girls 

MARGOT,  \ feasant  uirls. 

JEANETCK,      J 

^,^i^^n\-  r Pichard's  Servants 

^BeTJjOLAIS,  } P^«^^  ^«  ^"^  Governor. 

^,d  TJ^kit'X  Vt-.TVCMS     TROMPETTES     IN  THE    ReD     MuSKETEERS. 

BLA  VET,     ) 


.Pupils  at  Convent  School. 


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Argument. 


ACT   I. 


At  a  hamlet  near  La  Rochelle,  France,  is  stationed  a  corps  of  Rod  .  Mus- 
keteers, commanded  by  Brissac  and  liis  friend  Goxtijan.  At  the  beginning 
of  the  action  of  the  opera,  a  villaj^o  fC-te  i.^  being  held.  The  Arbk  BniDAlXE, 
visitor  to  a  neif^hboring  Ursulinc  Convent,  has  been  sent  for  by  Brissac,  who 
wishes  to  consult  with  him  regarding  the  cause  of  the  despondency  of  his 
friend,  GONTRAN,  tl«?  latter  having  been  a  pupil  of  the  Abrk.  The  Abbr 
suspects  that  there  is  a  lady  in  the  case.  His  surinis(>s  are  correct.  GoN- 
TRAN  confesses  to  have  met  Marik,  niece  of  the  Governor,  and  to  have 
fallen  violently  in  love  with  her.  The  Abrk  agrees  to  plead  Goxtran's 
cause  with  the  Governor,  who  arrives  most  opportmiely  in  the  village,  ac- 
companied by  Marie,  whom  he  is  to  conduct  to  the  convent.  The  Gov- 
ernor informs  the  Abbe  that  the  Cardinal,  as  a  polilical  measure,  has  re- 
solved to  compel  Marie  to  take  the  veil.  Gontran,  driven  to  desperation  by 
these  tidings,  resolves  to  enter  the  convent  and  carry  Marie  away,  and  in- 
duces his  friend,  Brissac,  to  accompany  him.  Two  mendicant  friars  arri\'ing 
at  the  inn  at  this  time,  Brissac  and  Gontran  rob  thorn  of  tlieir  gowns 
while  they  are  asleep.  The  GOVERNOR,  thinking  they  are  the  real  monks, 
orders  Brissac  and  Gontran  to  go  to  the  Convent,  Brissac  privately 
orders  a  guard  to  be  set  over  the  friars.  The  Governor  and  Marie  start 
for  the  convent,  little  dreaming  who  the  "  monks  "  really  are. 


ACT   II. 


Tlie  young  ladies  being  educated  at  the  convent  are  assembled  to  listen  to 
an  address  from  the  AbbCi  The  latter,  wishing  to  avoid  Marie  in  the  school- 
room, details  his  duties  to  the  "  friars  " — Brissac  and  Gontran — without 
mistJ'usting  who  they  are.  The  latter  arc  very  cordially  received  at  the 
convent.  Marie  meets  her  lover,  and  Brissac  falls  in  love  with  her  sis- 
ter, Louise.  The  Abbe  resolves,  in  view  of  the  great  danger  threatening,  to 
break  oft"  the  attachment  between  Marie  and  Gontran.  lie  extorts  a  letter 
from  Marie  giving  him  up.  Finding  (iONTRAN  in  the  convent,  disguised  as 
a  friar,  the  Abbe  commands  him  to  leave.  lie  refuses  to  go.  Brissac  makes 
free  with  the  wines  of  the  convent  cellars,  and  delivers  a  I(>eture  on  Temper- 
ance. Finally,  the  Governor  returns,  and  denounces  the  two  monks  as  the 
intended  assassins  of  the  Cardinal.  It  is  then  discovered  that  the  escapade 
of  the  two  soldiers  has  probably  been  the  nu  ans  of  saving  the  Cardinal's  life, 
as  Brissac's  guards  have  detaint;d  the  real  conspirators  at  the  inn.  The 
Governor  therefore  jiardons  Brissac  and  Gontran  and  consents  to  their 
marriage  with  Maklb  and  LouiSK. 


"THE  MUSKETEERS," 

("Les  Mousquetaires.") 


ACT  I 


Scene. — Courtyard  of  Pichard's  Hotel,  "  The  Grey  Musketeers." 
Hotel,  P..  with  three  doors  opening  on  balcony,  which  is  ap' 
proached  by  a  flight  of  steps ;  kitchens,  L.  At  the  back,  a  low 
wall,  with  large  opening,  climbing  vines,  flowers,  etc. ,  on  wall 
and  trellises.  Beyond,  the  country,  with  cottages,  trees,  hills,  etc. 
At  the  rise  of  the  curtain,  Rigobert  and  a  number  of  Musket- 
eers are  discovered  seated  at  tables,  L,  Farin,  Langlois,  and 
other  citizens,  seated  at  tables,  R.  Pichard  and  servants  go  and 
come,  serving  food  and  wine.  Jacqueline,  Claudine,  nuiS' 
keteers  and  citizens,  male  atid female,  walking  about.  A  lively 
and  picturesque  scene. 

No.  1.— "WE'RE   MEN  OF  WAR." 
Rigobert  and  Chorus. 

We're  men  of  war  and  tillage, 

Met  this  gay  summer  morn 
From  bivouac  and  village — 

Let's  be  quaffing  a  horn  ! 
We're  men  of  war  and  tillage,  etc.,  etc. 

So  let  us  quaff  horn  upon  horn ! 

Quaff  we  a  horn !     Quaff  we  a  horn  ! 

{Enter  Flower-Girls  and  Sweetstuff-Girls  singing.) 
Come  and  buy  !     Come  and  buy  ! 

We've  flowers  rare  and  every  kind  of  tarts; 
The  pastry  is  for  you, 

The  flowers  for  your  sweethearts. 
Bouquets  \nd  also  pie,  come  and  buy  !  etc. 


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No.  2.— COUPLETS.— "OF  NEW  PLUCKT  ROSES." 

FLOWER-GiRLS  &  SWEETSTUFF-GlRLS. 

Flower  >  Come,  gentlemen,  and  buy  our  posies, 
Girls.  )      Of  new  pluckt  roses, 

That  slept  this  morning  in  the  dew, 
Or,  if  you'd  rather,  take  this  lily, 
For,  willy-nilly,  we'll  sell  to  you ! 
One  little  bud  in  button-hole, 

Giveth  the  wearer  fascination — 
Something  of  wit,  something  of  soul ; 
So  that  when  he  pleadeth  his  suit, 

The  lady  yields  with  slight  negation. 
Buy,  whilst  the  flowers  blow  ! 
On  best  wire  stems  they  grow ! 
Now,  my  lads,  come  hither  ; 
Buy  them,  ere  they  wither,  wither  or  no  \ 
All.  Buy,  whilst  the  flowers  blow,  etc. 

SwEETSTUFF  )  Come,  epicures,  we've  pastry  clammy, 
Girls.        >  And  tarts  so  jammy, 

A  little  goeth  quite  a  length  : 
Our  mutton  pies  are  just  like  vellum. 
And  oil  !  you  smell  'em — 

They've  such  a  strength  ! 
Sweetstuff  we  have,  suited  for  all, 

Drops  made  of  chocolate  and  coffee ; 
Grave  peppermint,  gay  brandy  ball  • 

And  for  her  your  heart  loveth  wel\, 
A  genuine  afilair  in  toffy ! 
Buy,  and  so  be  rejoiced, 
VVliilst  yet  our  sugar's  moist ; 
For  our  tarts,  come  hither, 
Buy  them  ere  they  wither,  wither  or  no. 
All.        Buy,  and  so  be  rejoiced,  etc. 

REGIT.— Rigobert  /o  Flower-Giru 

A  pretty  girl  !  I'll  reward  her 
With  quite  a  wholesale  order. 
I'll  take  this  pansy,  Miss  ; 


And  from  you  {to  Sweetstuff-Girl),  a  tart, 
And,  sweeter  yet — a  kiss  ! 
SWEETSTUKF-GiRL.  Take  your  tart,  sir  ! 

Flower-Gtrl.  Take  your  pansies; 

Both.  But  as  for  a  kiss, 

We  (you  should  know  full  well) 
Don't  sell  the  article  ! 
Kissing  goes  by  favor, 
Though  you  may  be  braver 
Than  some  we  know  !  etc. 

Cho.  Ah  !  kissing  goes  by  favor. 

Though  we  are  braver 

Than  some  that  they  know ! 
RiGO.  When  soldiers  find  their  mistress  coy, 

Pardi !  in  drink  they  seek  for  joy. 
Cho.  When  we  find  our  mistress  is  coy, 

Drink  becomes  our  joy  ! 
RiGO.  &  Cho.  We're  men  of  war  and  tillage, 

Met  this  gay  summer  morn,  etc. 

Langlois.     That's  always  the  way!     The  girls  say  all  their  pretty 

things  to  the  soldiers. 
Farin.     Yes.     It's  the  uniform  that  pleases  them. 
Jacqueline.     Soldiers  are  more  gallant  than  youT 
Claudine.     Well  said,  Jacqueline  ! 
Langlois.     You  mean  that  they  are  more  bold  ! 
Farin.     They  are  used  to  conquering ! 

Jacq.     Turn  soldiers  yourselves  a  while  and  see.     {The girls  laugh. 
Lang.     Thank  you,  and  get  the  bumps  of  war  ! 
Jacq.     What  of  it,  if  you  get  kisses  in  time  of  peace? 
Lang.    You  hold  your  kisses  too  cheaply  ! 
Claud.     This  talk  all  comes  of  one's  being  a  little  pretty ! 
Jacq.     You  ought  to  be  ashamed  to  gossip  about  us  ! 

Lang.     Gossip,  indeed  !     I  could  tell  a  story    

Jacq.     Which  would  not  be  true  !     (Girls  laugh.) 

Lang.     There  !     She  has  betrayed  herself! 

All.  {Except  Jacq.)  Tell  us  all  about  it,  Monsieur  Langlois  I 

Jacq.  {Te  Lang.)    Do  not  tell  them  I 

All.    Ye»  I 


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Jacq.     No  ! 

RiGO.     Drums  ami  trumpets  !     Stop  this  clatter ! 

Lang,     Why  do  you  interfere  ? 

RiGO.     I  forbid  you  to  tell  that  story  !     A  musketeer  of  the  king  will 

not  suffer  a  dog  of  a  citizen  to  make  a  young  girl  cry  I 
Lang.     Ah,  indeed  !     Is  it  any  of  your  business  ? 
Citizens.     No  !     Let  him  mind  his  own  affairs  ! 
Musketeers.     He  is  right! 
CiT.     This  is  tyrannical ! 
Mus.     Respect  the  ladies  ! 
CiT.     He  shall  tell  it! 
Mus.     He  shall  not! 
RiGO.     Bayonets  and  blood  !  {General  quarrel,  noisy  dispute.    RiGO 

BERT  brandishing  his  arms  about. 

No.  3.— CHORUS  &  SCENE.— "HOW  THEY  TREAT  US!* 

How  they  treat  us  lightly,  these  wild  musketeers, 
Cuddling  all  the  lasses,  as  by  right  divine  ; 
Filling  up  their  glasses  with  our  best  old  wine  ! 
How  they  treat  us  lightly,  these  wild  musketeers ! 

SiMONE,     {Entering.) 

To  think  you  drunk,  I  do  incline, 

{Aside.)   And  yet  I  watered  well  the  wine  ! 
To  bicker  ttius,  you're  very  wrong, 
And,  for  harmony's  sake,  what  d'ye  say  to  a  song? 

All.  Rrava  !     Brava  ! 

SiMONE.        Give  me,  then,  your  voices  and  your  ears — 
Voices  and  ears. 

Cho.  Voices  and  ears 

SiMUNE.         The  drum  song  of  the  musketeers  ! 

No.  4.— SONG.— "THE  GREY  MUSKETEERS.' 

SiMONE  &  Chorus. 

The  Musketeer  corps,  red  and  grey, 
Are  the  two  crack  regiments  of  the  day! 
Happy  the  village  where  they  come, 
With  trumpet  blaring  and  with  roll  of  drum  ! 
"  Which  is  the  best .''  "  the  lassies  will  say ; 
"  Is  it  the  red,  or  is  it  the  grey?" 


Chorus. 


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To  answer  that  I  now  propose, 

So  hearken,  please,  to  one  who  knows  I 

Upon  the  lads  in  red  you'd  better  far 

Rely,  in  thick  of  battle  fray, 
But  for  a  meeting  'neath  the  evening  star, 

It's  ten  to  one  upon  the  grey  !     Rataplan  ! 

Rataplan,  plan,  plan,  plan  !     Rataplan,  plan,  plan,  plan! 

On  red  rely  in  thickest  of  the  fray  ; 
Rataplan,  plan,  plan,  plan  !  etc. 

But  for  a  meeting  'neath  the  evening  star, 
R-r-r-r  r  r  I  Give  a  girl  the  grey  ! 


Chorus. 


n. — SlMONR. 

You'll  judge  from  what  I  have  just  said. 
Little  chance  i  i  love  there's  for  the  red! 
That  little  courting  'neath  the  stars 
Is  likely  for  the  crimson  sons  of  Mars! 
Yet,  strangest  thing,  all  else  above, 
(Night  being  sure  the  hour  of  love,) 
Maids  in  the  dark  mistake,  they  say, 
And  every  musketeer  is  grey  ! 

Upon  the  lads  in  red  you'd  better  far,  etc. 
Rataplan,  plan,  plan,  plan  !     Rataplan,  etc. 


Lang.     More  flattery  for  the  soldiers  ! 

Farin.     And  bearishness  to  all  others. 

SiMONE.     Well,  Monsieur   Farin,  if  you   do   not   like  the   military 

Madame  Farin  is  not  so  unfriendly  to  them  ! 
Lang.    I  don't  see  why  they  station  all  these  soldiers  in  this  village. 
Farin.     It  is  not  by  our  desire,  neighbor. 
Si.M.     No;  but  the  ladies  do  not  object. 

Fa  KIN.     it  is  because  there  is  a  rumor  of  a  conspiracy 

Lang.     Against  our  king  r 

Fakix.     No  ;  against  the  Cardinal.     New  plots  are  discovered  €very 

day.     The  Huguenots  are  on  one  side,  and  the  nobility  on  the 

other.     The  red  man  is  hated 

Picharu.  {Approaching  quickly.)  What  did  you  say  .?  The  red  man  ? 
Sim.    Do  you  knovv  that  the  Governor  of  Touraine  comes  back  to-day 
tr«..m  La  Rochclle,  where  he  went  by  the  Cardinal's  orders  ? 
Farin.    To-day  ? 


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PiCHARD.  I  have  received  instructions  to  have  i<i  readiness  relays 
to  go  two  leagues  from  here,  to  the  Ursuline  convent.  The  Gov 
ernor  is  to  place  his  niece,  Marie,  who  accompanies  him,  in  the 
convent  School,  where  his  niece,  Louise,  Marie's  sister,  has 
already  been  for  some  time. 

Bridaine.     {Otttside.)     Take  good  care  of  my  mules  ! 

SiMONE.     It  is  Father  Bridaine! 

All.     Long  live  the  Abbe  Bridaine  !    {Enter  Bridaine.) 

No.  5.— CHORUS.— "GOOD    MORNING." 

Good  morning.  Mister  Abbe,  the  Abbe  Bridaine  I 
There's  none  of  us  beery, 
We  only  feel  cheery, 
Who  sit  under  Abbe  Bridaine  ! 

All.     Long  live  the  Abbe  Bridaine  ! 

Brl  {To  Rigobert.)     You  are  a  Musketeer? 

Rig.     The  king's  Musketeer.     After  his  majesty,  I  would  serve  you. 

Bri.     Can  you  tell  me  of  a   captain  of  your  regiment,  Narcisse  de 

Brissac  .'* 
Sim.     That  tormentor! 
Bri.     Then  you  know  him? 

Sim.     I  do.     Every  lime  he  meets  me,  he  kisses  me ! 
Bri.     Nonsense,  girl ;  go  and  find  him. 
Sim.     I  will,  Father  Bridaine.     {Exit,  R..) 
Bri.    (7"(9  Rigobert.)     I  have  to  speak  with  Brissac. 
Rig.     I  understand     {To  his  soldiers.)     Go  I 
PiCH.  {To  his  servants.)     Go  away,  all  of  you!     Come  back  in  two 

hours  for  tiie  fete. 
Rig.  {To  IhiiDAiNE.)     You  will  not  be  disturbed  here.     Au  revoir  I 
{Exit  all  except  Bridaine  ;  as  they  go  off,  all  sing) — 

Good  morning.  Mister  Abbe,  etc.         [Enter  Simone. 
Sim.     I  have  found  Captain  de  Brissac.     Here  de  comes  !    {EjUct 

Brissac.) 
Bris.     Thanks,  Simone.     Here's  a  kiss  for  you.     {Kisses  her.) 
Sim.     (Zi;  Bridaine)     There  I     What  did  I  tell  you  ? 
Bri.  {Going  dowti  the  stage.)     Be  silent !     Why  do  you  annoy  me  ? 

Bris.  {Seeing  Bkiumhie..)  Ah!     A  stranger!  {Saluting him.)  Sir 

Bri.    Captain 


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Bbis.     I  cannot  be  mistaken.     My  comrade,  Gontran,  has  described 

you  to  me.     You  are  the  Abbe  Bridaine  ? 
Bri.     And  you  are  Captain  de  Brissac.     Simone  has  described  you! 
Bris.  (77>  Simone.)     Chatterbox!     Run  away  now.         [Kisses  her. 
Sim.     Tliat  makes  nine  to-day! 
Bri.     {Tur7iing  away.)     If  you  must  kiss,  don't  let  me  see  you  ' 

{Exii  Simone.; 
Bris.     A  true  soldier  is  as  loyal  to  his  love  as  to  his  country.      It  13 

woman  who  inspires  man  to  draw  the   sword    in  defence  of   his 

country  and — of  himself! 

No.  6.— SONG,— "A  WOMAN   AND  A   SWORD." 

I.— Brissac. 

My  latest  love,  close  to  my  side, 

By  me  shall  ever  be  adored, 
And  where  I  march  and  where  I  ride, 

She  goes  with  me,  my  trusty  sword  ! 
Bright,  bright  and  keen,  this  love  of  mine  ! 

Nor  ever  blenches  in  the  fray; 
Yet  for  another  love  I  pine, 

Who'll  fret  and  pout  and  say  me  "  nay !  " 

0  woman  !  woman  !  fickle  ever, 
Inconstant  as  the  wind  or  sea  ! 

Tho'  my  good  sv.'ord  be  faithless  never, 

Heart  and  soul  I'm  true  to  thee  I     I'm  true,  etc 

II. 

The  wine-cup,  too,  from  me  has  had 
A  many  kisses  in  my  time; 

1  liked  my  liquor,  as  a  lad. 

And  liked  it  better  in  my  prime  ! 
A  sweetheart  brave  I  call  the  vine; 

The  more  I  woo  her  glowing  charms. 
The  more  her  tendrils  round  me  twine ; 

But  softer  still  are  woman's  arms  ! 
O  Woman  !  woman  !  fickle  ever,  etc. 

Bri.     {Looking  to  see  if  any  one  approaches)     I  received  your  ine* 
sage  this  morning 


IS 

Bris.     And  you  hurried  here  ' 

Bri.  I  should  think  that  such  a  mysterious  letter  as  this  {takes  out 
{letter.)  would  make  any  one  hasten.    {Reads.) 

"  If  the  happiness  of  your  old  pupil,  Gontran  de  Solanges,  is 
dear  to  you,  be  at  the  hotel,  '  The  Grey  Musketeer,'  at  Vouvray, 
to-morrow.  {Signed.) 

"  Narcisse  De  Brissac." 

Bris.     That  is  the  letter  I  sent  you. 

Bri.  And  you  question  my  devotion  to  my  dear  old  pupil,  Gontran  ? 
I  have  been  his  guardian  from  a  child;  his  instructor,  his  friend  ! 
Is  he  in  danger.''     He  has  not  fought  a  duel,  or  been  guilty  of 

^        any  breach  of  discipline  ?     And  the  Cardinal's  orders  are  so  ter- 
rible.    Tell  me  ! 

Bris.  Calm  yourself.  He  has  not  fought  a  duel.  If  he  is  wounded 
it  is  in  the  heart,  with  an  arrow  shot  by  the  little  god 

Bri.     In  love  .?     I  breathe  freely  I 

Bris      Then  his  case  does  not  appear  serious  to  you  ? 

Bri.     No  !    There  are  no  orders  against  love  ! 

Bris.     He  is  in  great  trouble  ! 

Bri.     Speak! 

Bris.  He  is  changed  from  the  joUiest  fellow  in  the  world  to  the  sad- 
dest man  in  the  regiment. 

Bri.    Well.? 

Bris.     I  can  do  nothing  to  cheer  him.    You  must  do  it. 

Bri.     But  where  is  he  .'' 

Bris.    {Calls.)    Gontran! 

Gontran.  {Entering  k.)  Did  you  call  me?  (.S'r^j  Bridaine.)  Ah, 
Father  Bridaine  !     {Embraces  him.) 

Bri.     {Moved)     My  dear  pupil !     My  poor  child  ! 

GoN.     Why  this  emotion  ?     How  came  you  here  ? 

Bri.  You  did  not  expect  me.?  {Looks  at  Bris.)  And  Brissac's 
message  ? 

GON.     Brissac  sent  for  you  1     This  is  treason  ! 

Bris.  No;  it  is  gratitude!  Tliree  montiis  ago,  you  saved  my  life 
at  la  Rochelle.  Now  you  are  in  danger,  it  is  my  turn  to  save 
you  ! 

Con.  (Gontran  to  Bridaine  )     Don't  listen  to  him,  my  friend  ! 

Bris.  {To  Bridaine.)  He  is  ill .  I  have  called  you  in  for  consulta« 
tion.  Love — passion  I  You  know  all  about  that  better  than  I 
can  tell  you. 


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Bki.  iAsfom's/ied.)     I?    What  an  idea! 

Bris.     I  mean  as  a  doctor  !     A  physician  of  the  soul !     Now,  two  caa 

'draw  his  secret  from  him  better  than  one. 
GoN.     Do  not  insist!     I  shall  tell  you  nothing! 
Bkis.     You  must  own  up! 

No.   7.  — TRIO.  — "OWN   UP!" 

GONTRAN,  BrISSAC,  BRIDAINE. 

Bris.  Own  up !     Be  a  man  ! 

Come,  tell  us  what  ails  you  ; 
If  your  friend  then  fails  you, 
Cut  him  dead  you  can  ! 
Bri.  Own  up !  if  you  can, 

Come  tell  us  what  ails  you  ? 
If  the  church  then  fails  you. 
Turn  dissenter,  man ! 
Con.  Tell  you  ?    No  !  not  I! 

What  it  is  that  ails  me  : 
If  my  courage  fails  me. 
Do  not  ask  me  why  ! 
Bris.  &  Bri.        Own  up  !  be  a  man  !  etc. 
Con.  Tell  you  ?    Not  I  ? 

Rather  I'd  die  !     (Goes  up  stage  and  looks  of.) 
Bri.  {To  Bris.)     Dear  sir,  now  what  do  you  suppose  is 

The  matter  with  our  suffering  friend? 
Bris.  Hum  !  let  make  a  diagnosis, 

Then  on  your  verdict,  I'll  depend. 
Bri,  Does  he  gamble  ?  {Takes  Bris.  by  the  arm.) 

Bris.  Not  at  all ! 

Bri.  Upon  my  faith  ecclesiastic. 

It's  some  young  lady,  so  I  say ! 
Bris.  Then  Cupid  is  a  god  fantastic  ! 

In  ;///  case,  woman  makes  ?ne  gay  ! 
(GoNTRAN  comes  down.) 
Bri.  {To  Gon.)         You  are  in  love  !     Now  don't  deny  ! 
GoN.  Wliy  should  I  deny  ?  Yes  ;  'tis  a  lady ' 

Bri.  Ah  !  'tis  a  lady ! 

Bris.  {Spoken.)  What !  a  lady  ? 

Brl    {Spoken:         Yes  '     Exactly ' 


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Bris.  &  Rri.  »Tis  a  lady  ! 

GoN.  Yes,  by  my  troth  !  it  .s  a  lady. 

Bris.  &  B«t.  What  a  blow !  • 

Gox.  Is,  then,  my  love  so  very  shady  t 

Bris.  &  Bri.  On  the  brain  ! 

GoN.  Yes  ;  I  have  got  her  on  the  brain  ! 

Bris.  &  Bri.  Quite  insane  ! 

Goi^  If  love  be  madness,  I'm  insane  ! 

Bris.  ft  Bjw.  Love  on  the  brain— on  the  brain  I 

Who's  ta'en  thy  fancy,  and  turned  thy  head 
Some  village  Nancy,  all  white  and  red ; 
Skin  rather  frowzy,  draggled  and  blowzy  ! 
Bris.  Big  in  the  paw,  speaking  patois  ! 

(GoNTRAJt  shakes  his  head.) 

Bris.  &  Bri.         Perhaps  your  bent  is  for  fair  modistes 

On  some  apprentice  your  fancy  feasts? 

(GoNTUAN  shakes  his  head.) 
Oh,  very  well ;  we'll  leave  you  to  telll 
{In  ecstacy.)     She  is  a  Countess  ! 
She  is  a  Countess  ! 
She  is  a  Duchess  ! 

She  is  a  Duchess  ! 
She  is  a  Princess  ! 

She  is  a  Princess  ! 
She  is  an  angel ! 

Oh,  that  of  course  !• 
I'm  glad  :  for  an  angel  is  quite  in  my  line  I 
Ah  !  but  slie's  human,  tho'  divine! 
'TJs  a  lady  !  etc.,  etc. 

]  wT  [  ^^'"^  °"^y  vainly, 

n-       ?    I  love    }  •  ,    , 

^"^  ;  he  loves  i'"^^"^'y-'  etc.,  etc 

Bri.  (T'i?  Gontran.)     Who  is  this  lady  ? 

GoN.  An  angel  I 

Bki.  Always  an  angei  wnen  one  loves  ! 

GoN.  Can  you  not  guess  ?     You  were  the  first  to  cause  this  level 

Bri.  I  ?     You  amaze  me  ! 

Con.  You  praised  her  goodness,  her  innocence,  her  beauty  1 


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Bri.     It  is  not  Marie? 

Bris.     The  Governor's  niece  ? 

Bri.     The  sister  of  Louise  ! 

Bris.     She  has  a  sister  ? 

Bri.     Quite  as  charming  as    herself!     {Checking  himself .)     No,  no  ! 

{To  Bris.)     You  will  fall  in  love  w.th  her,  and  blame  me  for  it, 

as  Gontran  does. 
Bris.     Nonsense  !     I  in  love  !     Flirtations  for  me,  but  no  love  ! 
Bri.  {To  Gontran.)    And  you  attribute  all  your  troubles  to  me? 
GON.     Your  enthusiasm  inspired  my  desire  to  know  her. 
Bris.     {To  Bridaine.)    Why  do  they  entrust  you  with  the  education 

of  young  men  ? 
Bri.  {To  Gontran.)    But  when  did  you  meet  Marie  ? 
GoN.     Once  only — last  winter.     It  was  love  at  first  sight!     You  did 

not  half  describe  her  charms  ! 
Bri.  {Joyously.)     She  is  an  angel ! 
Bris.  {To  Bri.)  What  are  you  saying  ? 
Bri.     I? 

Bris.     Do  you  call  this  extinguishing  the  flame  ? 
Bri.     I  forgot  myself. 
Bris.     Let  us  be  serious. 
GoN.     Why  !  ^ 
Bri.     Because    there  are   numberless    obstacles    to  the    marriage. 

Marie,  Mademoiselle  de  Pontcourlay,  neice  of  the  Governor  of 

Touraine,   related  to  the   Cardinal,  will,   and  should,  aspire  to  a 

grand  alliance. 
Bris.     You  are  right. 
Bri.    (TV  Gontran,)    Although  born  a  gentleman,  you  are  only  a 

soldier ! 
Bris.    Very  true  ! 
GoN.     Suppose  she  loves  me  ? 

Bris.     Tvv^o  misfortunes  instead  of  one  !     The  Governor  is  severe! 
Bri.     He  is  not  tender! 
GoN.     We  can  do  without  his  consent. 
Bri.     He  will  never  permit  the  marriage. 
GoN.  (Z".?  Bri.)     Will  you  assist  me? 
Bri.     How  can  I  serve  you? 

Con.     Ask  Marie  to  let  me  carry  her  away  from  the  school. 
Bri.    a  pupil  of  the  Ursulioes! 


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Bri.  Carry  off  a  pupil  of  the  Ursulines .  The  guards  are  too  watchful 

GoN.     That's  why  I  count  upon  you. 

Bri.     Bless  me ! 

GoN.     Your  profession  will  open   the  doo-s   of  the  convent.     You 

could 

Bri.     Carry  off  Marie  ?     You  are  mad  ! 

Bkis.     (Aside.)     Not  so  very  mad  ! 

GoN.    (/"i?  Bridaine)     Well,  since  you  abandon  me '^— 

Bri.     What  will  you  do  ? 

GoN.    Ask  the  Governor  for  his  niece's  hand  1 

Bris.     If  he  refuses  ? 

GoN.     I  cannot  answer.     In  my  utter  despair 

Bri.     "Despair"!     I  will  speak  to  the  Governor. 

GoN.     Will  you  tell  him  how  much  I  love 

Bris.     The  Governor.? 

Bri.     (7b  Brissac  )     Be  quiet!     (7b  Gon.)   Coi  nt  upon  me  ! 

Bris.     Speak  as  if  for  yourself  I 

Brt.     Don't  be  ridiculous  ! 

Sjmone    {Entering.)     Still  here?     The  dancers  ap-  coming! 

Bris.  {Kisses  her.)    You  keep  the  account  I     How   '"any  1  [Laughs. 

(Exit  Brissac  an(/  Gontran.   Enter  Musketeers,     'tizens,  Flo7uer* 
girls.  Candy-girls,  Servants,  Peasants,  PicH.,  La     \lip,  Blavet.) 

SiMONE.     Let  us  celebrate  Fete-day  ! 

"No.  8.— CHORUS.— "SQUEAK  GOES  THE         .\^."^."  * 

Squeak  goes  the  fiddle,  the  bag-pipes  skirl, 
Let  every  lad  now  lead  out  his  girl ! 
Surely,  the  saddest  of  all  sad  dogs, 
To  such  soft  music  would  lift  his  clogs  ! 

Run  about,  trip  in  and  out ! 

Then  ladies'  chain,  and  over  again ! 
Hark!  squeak  goes  the  fiddle,  etc. 
Let  every  lad  now  lead  out  his  girl, 
While  squeaketh  the  fiddle  and  bagpipes  skirl  I 

Bri.     Simone,  my  good  girl,  you're  in  good  spirits  I 
SiMONE.     And  why  not,  Father  Bridaine  ? 
Bri.     I  am  glad  to  see  you  so  happy. 


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No.  9.— VILLANELLE.--"WHEN  THE  SIMPLE  PEASANT.' 

I. — SiMONE. 

When  the  simple  peasant's  daughter, 

Has  her  kine  milked  in  the  vale, 
And  the  customary  water 

Has,  with  care,  put  in  the  pail, 
Then,  with  heart  elate  she  carols  her  artless  song; 
For  she  has  no  thought  of  wrong ! 

Cho.  She  has  no  thought  of  wrong! 

Yes,  she  trills  this  artless  song; 
For  she  has  no  thought  of  wronsr: 
'Neath  the  greenwood,  oh,  come  love  with  me ! 
And  together  we'll  study  chemistry  ! 
For  the  use  of  all  people  that  are  green,        ' 
Tells  a  tale  of  watered  milk  and  fatted  'margarine. 
Cho.  For  the  use  of  all  people  that  are  green,  etc . 


Cho. 


PiCHARD. 
SlMONE. 


ir. 

When  the  miller  stops  his  wheel, 
Because  it  is  the  evening  hour, 
Putting  sawdust  in  his  meal. 

And  plaster  in  his  bags  of  -'our  i 
Then,  with  heart  elaie,  he  caroK  his  artless  song; 
For  he  has  no  thought  of  wroug  ! 

He  has  no  thought  of  r/rcng! 
Yes,  he  trills  this  artless  song,  etc. 

{Enter  Pichaud.) 
Be  quiet !     The  Governor  approaches  ! 
A  plague  upon  him  !     He  interrupts  our  festival. 


No.  10.— SCENE  &CH.ORUS.—  "  YOU'LL   HAVE   TO   STOP 

THAT  ROW!" 

PiCH.  You'll  have  to  stop  your  row ! 

The  governor  is  coming  now — 
Stop  your  row  !     Hats  off,  and  stop  your  row  I 

SiMONE.        Pretty  prospect!     Well-a-day ! 

^V^^t  i)1  Inrk  1-vrinnrc;  tho<;r>  noh<;  r>'ir  'vnv' 


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No.  II.— "CHORUS  OF  WELCOME." 
SiMONE  &  Chorus. 
(/h,  bother  !     Oh,  bother  !     We  liope  we're  subjects  loyal : 
But  bother!  oh,  bother  all  visits  of  folic  high  or  royal  ! 
Our  lark'ng  is  ended,  but  yet  let  us  grin  our  best  ; 
A  welcome  pretended,  let's  us  give  our  unwelcome  guest  1 
{Enter  Governor)  a«(^  Marie.) 
Hip,  hip,  hurrah  !     Long  live  your  grace  ! 
Hip,  hip,  hurrah  !     Welcome  your  face  ! 
Governor.     Heartfelt  joy  is  o'er  me  stealing 

At  this  spontaneous  outburst  of  feeling  » 
Cho.         Long  live  your  grace  !  trust  you  are  well ; 

Also  the  same  to  Mad'moiselle  ! 
Gov.         Tho'  I  know  you'd  like  to  stay, 

Still,  on  the  whole,  you'd  best  go  away ! 
Cho.         Oh,  bother!     Oh,  bother !     We  hope,  etc. 
{Exit  all  except  the  Governor  &  Bridaine.) 
Gov.     Our  meeting  is  fortunate  !     I  have  a  service  to  ask  you 
Bri.     With  pleasure  !     I  also  have  a  petition  to  bring  you. 
Gov.     I  will  listen. 

Bri.     No,  my  lord.     If  you  speak  first,  it  will  embolden  me. 
Gov.     You  will  go  to  the   convent   of  the    Ursulines,  to-morrow.     I 

shall  arrive  there  to-day,  and  will  announce  your  coming. 
Bri.     And  then? 

Gov.     Ask  for  my  nieces,  Marie  and   Louise— advise  with  them  as  a 
friend,  as  a  father  :  make  them  decide  to  take  the  veil  in  two  days. 
Bri.     {Astonished.)     The  veil  ? 

Gov.     Within  two  days  !     Now,  what  can  I  do  for  you  .? 
Bri.     For  me  ?     Well  {aside)— T\^&  veil  in  two  days  !     Oh,  my  poor 

Gontran  l 
("lOV.     Speak ' 
r.Ki.     K\\\  {Aside.)    What  shall  I  say  ?    {Aloud)    You  are  in  such 

haste  ! 
Gov.     I  have  said  it.     It  is  your  turn  to  ask. 
Bri.     It  is  about  the  young  ladies. 
Gov.     Proceed. 
Bri.     Suppose  an  eligible  young  man,  worthy  of  your  choice— a  man 

noble  and  brave— should  be  found  desirous  of  wedding  them— 

or,  at  least,  one  of  them 


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Gov.     Do  not  look  for  him — I  have  resolved 

Bri.     But 

Gov.     I    have  only  to  say,  that  the  Cardinal  commands  it.    Policy, 

indeed ! 
Br[.     (Aside)     Hang  the  Cardinal,  say  I  ! 

(Enter  Pichard  at  back, /allowed  by  Fracasse  and  Patatras  } 
PiCH.     {To  monks.)     Go  your  ways  !     I  haven't  a  room  in  my  inn  I 
Gov.     What  is  the  matter,  Pichard.'' 
PiCH.     Beggar  monks,  my  lord. 

Bri.     And  you  would  turn  those  holy  men  from  your  door  ? 
PiCH.     Mendicants,  I  said.     They  say  they  are  from  Palestine. 
Gov.     It  is  well.     Made  the  poor  pilgrims  welcome. 
PiCH.     But  they  have  no  money ! 
Bri.     All  the  more  reason  for  being  hospitable. 
PiCH.     (To  Gov.)     If  you  wish  it  my  lord.   (To  monks.)  I  have  foond 

a  room  for  you. 
Fracasse.     (Aside  to  Patatras.)  Have  care  !     Don't  betray  you«^ 

self!     (Aloud.)     Pax  Domine  sit  vobiscum  ! 
Pata.    Amen ! 

PiCH.     (Aside.)     That  is  all  the  money  they  have  ! 
Gov,     You  must  be  fatigued,  your  reverences  ? 
Fra.     Fatigued ! 
Bri.     And  dying  of  hunger  ? 
Pata.     Dying ! 
Gov.    {7(5»  Pichard.)    Give  them  your  best  room  and  a  good  supper, 

I  will  pay  for  them. 
Fra.     Thank  you,  ray  lord. 

PiCH.     Follow  me,  your  reverences.     (Points  to  2,d  door,  R.) 
Gov.     (To  monks)    Stay!     You  know  the  convent  at  Vouvray  ? 
Fra.     Certainly ! 
Pata.     We  do ! 
Gov.     If  you  wish  to  requite  Monsieur  Pichard's  hospitality,  given 

in  my  name,  you  will  visit  the  convent  to-morrow. 
Fra.  &  Pata,     To-morrow? 
Gov.     You  will  there  lecture  upon  the   giving  up  of  the  vanities   at 

this  world  !     You  will  assist  the  Abbe  Bridaine  here,  in  inducing 

my  nieces,  Mdlles.  Marie  and  Louise,  to  renounce  all  follies  I     I 

will  detain  you  no  longer.     (Exit  Fra.  and  Pata.,  right.) 
Bri.    (Aside.)  My  poor  Goutran  !      (Exit  Pichard.) 


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{Enter  Marie,  r  ) 
Gov.  {To  Marie.)     It  \%  nearly  time  for  us  to  depart.     1  will  go  to 

my  room  and  write  some  letters.    Come,  Father  Bridaine  ;  I  wish 

to  consult  with  you.     Let  us  go  in. 
Marie.     I  will  be  ready.    {Exit  Governor  and  Bridaine,  r.     En- 

ter  GONTRAN,  L ) 

GON.     Do  we,  indeed,  meet  without  the  presence  of  others  ? 

Mar.  Yes;  but  for  a  short  time.  My  uncle  and  I  must  depart  to- 
day for  the  convent,  where  I  am  to  remain.  I  have  been  absent 
from  there  but  a  few  weeks. 

GoN.     .A.nd  shall  we  ever  meet  as^ain  ? 

Mar.     We  must  leave  that  to  fate  !     Let  us  trust  so  ! 

GoN.     Can  we  not  fly  from  here  together? 

Marie.  It  is  impossible!  We  should  be  pursued  and  overtaken, 
and  your  punishment  would  be  death.  Let  us  be  patient  and 
hopeful. 

No.   II.— DUET.— "OH,  THAT  WE  MIGHT  FLY!" 

Marie  &  Gontran. 

Oh,  that  we  might  fly  to  some  distant  shore  ! 

Where  there's  naught  more  changeful  than  the  heav'n  above ! 
Where  no  mortal  eye  should  see  us  more, 

Nor  should  mortal  power  e'er  part  the  hearts  that  truly  love ! 
GoN.         Tho'  my  heart  be  riven, 

Take  the  gift  of  my  poor  love  where  love  is  vain, 
And  for  what  is  given, 

Think  of  me,  heart-weary,  in  my  doubt  and  painl 
Mar.        Love  may  ne'er  be  spoken  ; 

Yet  the  troth  that  timid  maiden  may  not  say, 
I  will  keep  unbroken 
To  thee,  love,  forever  and  a  day  ! 
Both.  Who  can  be  knowing 

Where  we  are  going, 
Apart,  or  hand  in  hand? 
Whitherward  tending, 
To  what  fate  wending, 
To  what  fore^^estined  land  ! 
Ours  the  faith  that,  come  what  may, 
We'll  love  forever  and  for  aye  I 
Oh.  that  we  might  fly,  etc.,  etc. 


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Mar.     We  must  now  part. 

GON.     {Kisses  her  hand.)    But  not  forever  !      (£"rzV  Gontran,  L.) 

Mar.     How  sad  my  fate  !     {Enter  Governor  &  Bridaine.) 

Gov.  Marie,  feather  Bridaine  will  visit  you  at  the  convent  to-morrow. 

Mar.    {Bowing.)     He  is  always  welcome.    {Exit  Marie,  r.     Enter 

Rigobert.) 
Rig.     My  lord,  your  carriage  awaits  you. 
Gov.     Father  Bridaine,  I  rely  upon  you.  (/Ti?  jfl/«/^j  Bridaine.) 

{Exit  Gov.,  r.     Bridaine  accompanies  htm  to  door  of  inn.     Enrer 

BrISSAC  ««^GONTRAN,   L.)    (£"jr// RiGOBERT.) 

Bri.     {Aside.)  Alas!     How  can  I  tell  him? 

GoN.    {To  Bridaine.)     Well,  you  have  spoken  to  the  Governor? 

Bri.     {Overco?ne.)    Yes ! 

GoN.    {Anxiously.)     Well;  his  reply?    {Silence.)     He  refuses  ? 

Bris.     Gontran  must  wait  ? 

Bai      That  is  not  all  ! 

GoN.     Speak  quickly ! 

Bri.    {Hesitatingly.)     Marie — Marie  is  going  to  take  the  veil ! 

GoN.     The  veil?     It  cannot  be! 

Bri.     By  the  Cardinal's  orders  ! 

GoN.     I  shall  set  fire  to  that  convent! 

Bri.  Is  that  the  way  to  calm  yourself  ?  {Enter  S^uo's^  with  bottles 
and  food  on  a  tray.) 

Sim.     I  hope  I  have  forgotten  nothing. 

Bris.  {Kisses  her.)  How  many  does  that  make  ?  Who  is  the  feast 
for? 

Sim.  a  lunch  for  their  reverences !  {Goes  to  door,  right,  places  a 
tray  on  table,  and  stands  in  the  door-way.) 

GoN.    {To  Brissac.)    Will  you  assist  me  ? 

Bris.     With  my  life  ! 

Bri.  {To  Gon.,  alartned.)    You  surely  are  not  in  earnest? 

GoN.  Never  more  so !  I  shall  burn  the  building,  and,  in  the  con- 
fusion carry  off  Marie  ! 

Bris.     The  first  thing  is  to  get  into  the  convent. 

Bri.     Ridiculous  !     Musketeers   cannot  enter  there.     Give  up  you 

foolish  ideas,  and  listen  to  reason  ! 
Sim.   {Coming  down  front,  where  the  others  are.)  It's  of  no  use  I 
Bris.    Why  don't  you  carry  them  their  lunch? 
Sim.    I  shall  send  Monsieur  Pichard  to  do  it! 


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Bris.     Why  so? 

Sim.     Because  their  reverences  are  fast  asleep  f 

Bris.    With  their  robes  on  ? 

Sim.     No  ;  their  outer  garments  are  upon  a  chair. 

Bris.   I'veanidea!  Simone,  you  maygo  !  I  will  give  them  their  repast. 

Sim.     Oh,  thank  you  !     {Exit.) 

Bris.  {Aside  to  Gontran.)  Take  the  tray,  and  I  ^yill  take  the  bot- 
tles. Follow  me  !  {Exit  Brissac  and  Gontran  to  room  occu' 
^ied  by  Fracasse  a7id  Patatras.) 

Bri.  {Placing  his  head  in  his  hands.)  I  know  nothing  of  their 
plans.     {Looks  around.)     Where  have  the  scapegraces  gone  ? 

{Exit  Bridaine.  Enter  Simone,  Pichard,  Servants,  Rigobert, 
Musketeers,  Flower  and  candy  girls.  Citizens.) 

FINALE  TO  ACT  I. 

No.  13.— TUTTI  &  CHORUS.— "LANDLORD,  FILL  UPl** 

Landlord,  fill  up  goblet  and  can  ! 

The  Governor  is  a  proper  man! 

Where  shall  we  ruler  so  meet. 

So  liberal,  too,  in  standing  us  treat ! 

Therefore,  hang  the  expense  ! 

When  others  pay,  our  thirst's  intense  ! 

{Enter  Gov.,  Marie  and  page  from  inn^ 

Gov.  Ah,  the  fair's  not  begun  ? 

See  how  they  humbly  wait ! 

Marie.  I  fear  we  damp  their  fun  ! 

{To  Simone.)     Do  we  interrupt  the  fete  ? 
Sim.  You,  Miss  ?  Oh,  no  !    Please,  don't  say  so! 

Marie.  Fain  would  I  hear  you  some  villanelle  singing. 
(Aside)  (See  him  again  !  To  that  my  heart's  clinging  I ) 
Sim.  Oh,  Mam'seHe,  a  poor  girl  I, 

But,  all  the  same,  I'll  try! 

{Enter  Bridaine  ) 

Bri.     {Aside.)    Where  are  those  scamps  ?    {Looking  around.) 

Sim.     Tell  us  your  trouble  sir. 

Bri.    {Nervously.)    Nothing  I     Sing  us  a  song,  Simone. 


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No.  14— SONG.— "SHOULD  ROBIN  AT  MY  WINDOW." 

SiMONE. 

Should  Robin  at  my  window  tap, 

When  granny  seems  a-dozin', 
And  if  she  wag  her  white  mob-cap, 
And  vow  she'll  have  no  beaux  in  : 
"  Why,  Gran' !  Tick,  tick,  tick,  tick,  that  was  ne'er  a  knock; 
Listen  !     Tick,  tick,  tick,  tick,  tick,  tick,  'tis  the  clock  ! " 
i  HO.  "  Why,  Gran' !  Tick,  tick,  tick,  etc. 

Sim.         Then  I  steal  out  when  she's  sleeping, 

And  we  wander  'neath  the  willows  by  the  stream, 
In  amongst  the  shadows  creeping — 

Ah,  happy  are  the  moments  when  the  old  folks  dream! 
Cho.  We  know  'twas  pleasant — lucky  elves  !  — 

For  we  have  done  the  same  ourselves  !  etc. 
Sim.  Oh,  how  my  heart  went  pit-a-pat, 

When  running  home  from  Robin, 
My  Granny  woke  up  with  "  What's  that? 
I  hear  your  heart  a-throbbin  !  " 
"Why  Gran'  I  tick,  tick,  tick,  tick,  sure  at  me  you  mock  I 
Listen  !    Tick,  tick  tick,  tick,  tick,  tick,  'tis  the  clock! 
Ah,  Granny  dear!  you  surely  mock — 
It  was  the  clock  !     It  was  the  clock  ! " 
Cho.  Oh,  how  her  heart  went  pit-a-pat,  etc. 

Gov.  The  pilgrims  !     Hats  off  there ! 

And  don't  you  scoff  there  ! 

No.  15.— CHORALE.— "  NEAR   THEM." 
SiiMONE  &  Cho. 

Near  them,  O  let  us  gather! 

From  sandal  scrip  and  shell. 

People  at  once  can  tell  Pilgim  Father  I 
Don't  chide,  O  holy  men  I 

If  we  sometimes  dance, 

It  is  our  blessed  ignorance  !  etc. 

{Enter  Brissac  &  Gontran  as  monks.) 


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No.  16.— DUET.— "  CHARTREUSE  MONKS." 

GONTRAN,    BrISSAC  &  ChORUS. 

Chartreuse  monks  are  distillers  clever 

Of  yellow  liquor,  green  also  !         Cho.     Green  also  ! 
But  never  do  we  saints,  oh,  never! 

Drink  our  brewing— no  !  No,  no,  no  !      Cho.     No,  no,  no ! 
We  only  taste  the  distillation 

To  see  it's  pure,  and  that  is  all, 
Then,  to  hinder  imitation, 

Register  our  brand  at  Patent  hall  !         Ciio.     Patent  hall  1 

Rich  meat,  and  wines,  too,  we  decry  them. 

And  that  our  words  may  stronger  be — Cho.    Stronger  be  I 
'Tis  necessary  that  we  try  them, 

And  we  do  so  frequentlie  !  Cho.     Frequentlie  ! 

Such  penance — would  we  might  eschew  it — 

For  bread  and  water's  all  we  need. 
But  'tis  duty,  and  we  do  it. 

Yet  ah  !    how  we  groan  wlien  we  drink  or  feed  ! 

Bris.  {Recti.)       Good  folk,  your  duty  done, 

Go,  in  a  burster,  for  fun  ! 
GoN.  {Aside  to  Marie.)  Tho'  walls  may  frown,  love  will  be  there  ! 
Marie.     Oh,  heavens  !     Gontran— thou  ! 
GoN.     Yes,  darling,  so  don't  despair  I 
Cho.     Near  ihem,  oh,  let  us  gather,  etc. 
Bris.     {Aside.)     Iley,  Sergeant,  here  ! 
Rig.     {Aside.  'Tis  the  Captain ! 

Bris.  But  hush  ! 

Or  else  my  plot's  not  worth  a  rush  ! 

Tho  real  monks  are  in  there  still. 

Lock  them  up  securely,  tho'  against  their  will. 

Piit  a  sentry  trusty, 

O'er  these  friars  dusty; 
Keep  watch  and  ward  I 

When  we  shall  come  back,  why  they, 
May  then,  unscathed,  pass  on  their  way. 

GoN.  &  Bris.  Vobiscum  pax,  my  friends — vobiscum  paxl 


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No.     r/.--STRETTE.— «0H,  HOW  MY  HEART  I" 

SiMONE  &  ChO. 

Oh,  how  my  heart  went  pit-a-pat 

When,  running  home  from  Robin, 
My  granny  woke  up  with  "  What's  that  ? 
I  hear  your  heart  a-throbbing  !  "  etc. 
Cho.  Oh,  how  her  heart,  etc. 

Gov.     Now,  en  route  to  the  convent! 
Ai  L.     Long  live  the  Governor  ! 

(Gov.,  Marie  &  Pages  ,§■<?  ttp.      Gontran  &  BRissAC_/J?//<nc». 
Picture.     The  Peasants  bow.     Curtain, 

xlCT  II. 


Scene. — Schoolroom  at  the  Convent.  Sister  Opportune's  desk  and 
chair,  l.,  desks  and  stoolsof  the  scholars,  R.  Two  doors,  r.,  one  door 
L.  At  the  back,  a  high  wall,  L.,  C,  opening  upon  an  outside 
balcony,  and  a  door  at  back,  R.  c.  At  the  rising  of  the  curtain, 
Marie,  Louise,  Clarisse,  Beuthe,  Yvonne,  Agatha,  Diane, 
Julie,  Clorinde,  Fannie,  Blanche,  Cydaljse,  Isap.elle, 
and  other  Schoolgirls,  are  discovered  at  their  desks.  There  are 
books  on  each  desk.  The  girls  are  busily  studying.  Sister  Op- 
portune is  at  her  desk,  intently  engaged  in  her  duties. 

No.   18.— CHORUS.— "THE  OLOGIES." 

Abbess  &  Pupils. 

The  ologies,  with  due  apph'cance, 
We  take  in  doses,  day  by  day; 
But,  someliow,  feel  that  Art  and  Science 
Are  not  much  in  a  lady's  way — 

No,  no,  no,  no  ! 
Are  not  much  in  a  lady's  way! 
Clor.  How  nice  to  be  out  beneath  the  trees! 

Berthe.  And  dance  our  ringlets  in  the  breeze! 

Yvonne.  1  declare,  it  is  a  shame  I 


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Yvonne.         It's  just  the  weather  for  a  game  ! 
(With  Cho.)  It  really  is  an  awful  shame — 

Such  lovely  weather  and  no  game  ! 
Abbess.  {Spoken.)    Young  ladies  ! 

Yvo.  {With  Cho.)     The  ologies,  with  due  appliance,  etc. 
(Louise  Laughs.) 

Sister  O.  {Sharply.)    Who  spoke.? 

All.  {Together.)     Not  I  ! 

Sister  O.  Whoever  spoke  must  tell  me  !  {Silence.  The  girls  look 
at  each  other.  I  am  waiting  Come!  {Another  pause.)  I  rec- 
ognized the  voice.     It  was  Miss  Agatha  ! 

Aga.  [Very  indignantly^      What  an  idea! 

Sister  O.  You  will  write  for  me  six  times  the  line — "  I  chatter 
during  the  lessons."     {All  laugh.) 

Lou.  {Gayly)    First  person,  I  chatter;  second  person,  you  chatter— 

All.  {Pointing to  Agatha.)  She  chatters  during  the  lesson  ! 

Aga.  {To  Sister  O.)  I  can't  bear  this  !  {cries.)  I  get  all  the  scoldings. 

(ISA.,  who  has  been  rubbing  her  eyes,  yawning,  and  stretching 
her  arms,  lays  her  head  upon  her  desk.) 

Sister  O.     Isabel ! 
All.  {Noisily.)     She's  asleep! 

Sister  O.     Agatha,  never  let  me  hear  you  chatter  in  the  class  ! 
(Isa.  knocks  several  books  to  thejloor  as  she  extends  her  arms.) 
All.     She  is  waking  up! 
Isa.     {Lifts  her  head,  yawns,  looks  wildly  about,  rises.)     I  dreamed 

that  the  schoolroom  vvas  on  fire. 
All.  {Scream  and  leap  in  their  seats.)     Fire  !     Where  ? 
Sister  O.     Silence,  Isabell      Go  to  your  room,  Agatha! 
Aga.     I  didn't  set  the  fire  !      {All  resume  seats  except  Isabel.) 
Sister  O.     Resume  your  seat,  Isabel,  and  try  to  keep  awake. 

(Isa.  sits  down.  Clor.  takes  an  apple  from  her  desk,  holds  he*' 
book  before  her  face,  and  begins  to  eat  the  apple^ 

Sister  O.     Clorinda! 

Clor.  {Afunching.)     What,  ma'am  ? 

Sister  O.     Put  down  your  book  !     (Clor.  lays  down  book.) 

All,     She's  Imngry  ! 

Sister  O.  (To  Clor.)  Give  me  that  apple !  {Raps  on  disk  with 
ruler.) 


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Clor.  {Carries  the  apple  to  Sister  O.)  You  won't  like  it.  It  is  sour  I 

{All  lauoh.) 
Sister  O.  {Indignantly.)  Is  this  the  way  you  attend  to  your  lesson? 
Clar.   {Jujnpins^  up  and  down.)     Oh  !     Oh  ! 
Sister  O.     What's  the  matter  now? 

Clar.  {Screams  and  Jumps  upoti  her  chair.)     Oh,  dear — oh  ! 
All.     What  is  it? 
Clar.    A  mouse! 

{All  except  IsA.  scream  andjutnp  upon  their  chairs.) 

Sister  O.     Will  you  be  quiet?    {She  stands  upon  chair.) 

Clar.     {Softly.)     Ha,  ha ! 

Sister  O.     Agatha,  why  do  you  laugh  ? 

Aga.  {Cries.)     I  didn't  do  anything.     I  didn't  laugh.     I  didn't  bring 

in  the  mouse ! 
Clar.     {Sitting  down.)     It  is  not  a  mouse  !    {Sister  O.  and  all  the 

girls  sit  down.) 
Sister  O.     What  is  it?    (Isa.  goes  to  sleep  with  her  head  on  her 

desk) 
Clar.     Only  a  piece  of  brown  paper!     {All laugh ^ 
Sister  O.     Stop   your   trifling,  Miss!     Now,  take   your  books  and 

study.    {All  study  except  \%K.) 

{IsA., in  her  sleep,  pushes  several  books  on  the  floor,  and,  finally,  falls 
o_ff  her  chair.     All  start  at  the  noise) 

Sister  O.     Isabel!    {\sa.  slowly  rises  from  the  floor,  yawning  j  sits 

down  and  takes  book,  to  study.) 
Aga.  {To  Sister  O.)     I  suppose  I  am  to  blame  for  that  ? 
Sister  O.     No  one  is  to  blame.     It^vvas  an  accident. 
Aga.     Oh!     Then  I'm  safe  for  once  !     {All  la2igh.) 
Sister  O.     Attention!     Who  invented  the  guillotine  ? 
Isa.     {Yawning.)     Agatha! 

Aga.     {Cries.)     I  didn't  do  it  either !     I  get  blamed  for  everything ! 
Sister  O.     Now,  we  will  resume!     Silence!     The  Lady  Superior! 
{All  the  girls  are  deeply  absorbed  in  their  books.    Enter  the  Superior 

from  2d  door,  R.) 
Superior.     Leave  your  studies,  young  ladies  !     {Girls  look  up,  but 

remained  seated. ) 
Lou.    {Joyously.)    We  are  to  have  a  holiday  ? 
Superior.    No,  Miss.     I  have  good  news  for  you  all  I 


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Lou.  {Aside.)     I  suppose  it  is  a  sermon  ! 
A^LL.  {Eagerly.)     Do  tell  us  ! 
IsA.  {Yawning.)     Is — it — a — va — ca — tioa  ? 
Clor.     Ice  cream  for  dinner  ? 
Superior.     Abbe  Bridaine  and  two  monks- 
Lou.    {Aside  )     What  did  I  say .'' 
Superior.     These  men    have   already  arrived.     The  Governor  has 

prepared  me.     He  asked  me  to  give  them  a  suitable  welcome. 
Lou.     Extra  lessons,  no  doubt ! 
Superior.     I  have  thought  it  would  be   a  fine  idea  if  our  young 

ladies  would  ask  these  good  men  to  aid  them  in  correcting  their 

faults  ! 
Lou.     {Innocently)     Have  we  any  faults  ? 
Superior.    {About  to  depart.)    Follow  me,  Sister  Opportune.     Let 

us  leave  the  young  ladies  to  prepare  for  good  advice. 
Lou.     Please  give  us  plenty  of  time  ! 
Sister  O.    {To  the  Superior)    Will  they  advise  me,  too? 
Louise,     It  will  do  you  good,  sister! 
Sister  O.  {Turning  back)    Agatha! 
Aga.     {Astonished.)     Me  1     Why,  I  did  not  speak  ! 
Sister  O.     You  will  write  twelve  times  the  line — "  I  am  wanting  ia 

respect  to  Sister  Opportune." 

{Exit  the  Superior,  2d  door,  K.,  follonvd  by  Sister  Opportune.) 
Aga.    {Sobs)     It  is  too  bad!     She  always  punishes  me  ! 
Lou.     Our  faults  !     Have  we  any,  girls?    {Girls  all  leave  seats,  and 

gather  about  Louise.) 
Aga.     I  don't  think  I  have  a  single  one  I 
All.     Nor  I  !  & 

Lou.     We  are  too  good ! 
All.     Too  good  altogether  ! 
Lou.     The  idea  of  our  having  faults ! 
Marie.     Let  us  try  to  think  of  some,  and  put  them  down. 

{All  take  paper  and  pencil fro7n  desks  and  write.) 

No.  19,— SCENE.— "  LET  US  CONFESS  OUR  FAULTS." 

Pupils. 
Eerthe.        Confess  my  faults  ?     I  haven't  any  ! 
Cho.  And  for  us,  we  haven't  many. 

Aga.  Still  one  must  not  appear  too  good  1 

Clo.  No  !  no  !    That's  understood  ! 

Already  Marie  has  her  task  begun  I 


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In  fact,  I  think,  she's  got  it  done  ! 
Mar.  Yes,  'tis  I  own,  for  me  alone  ! 

DiA.  Some  peccadilloes  let  us  rake  up 

Jul.  Not  very  naughty,  nor  very  wrong  ; 

Cho.  Yes,  our  confession  let  us  make  up, 

Then  we'll  sing  it  it  in  a  song  ! 
Mar.  To  whom  shall  be  confessed 

The  love  that  rules  my  breast  ? 
[Aside — spcken.)    Can  it  be  wrong  to  love  ? 

No.  20— ROMANCE.— "BY  NIGHT  AND  DAY." 

Marie. 
By  night,  by  day,  a  dream  of  beauty 

Comes  from  above ; 
From  which  to  wake  it  were  my  duty, 

For,  ah  !  'tis  love  ! 
The  soft  ray  thro'  the  oriel  stealing, 

Like  his  glance  falls  ; 
The  deep  tone  of  the  organ,  pealing, 

His  voice  recalls ! 

0  love,  my  love  1 

The  world  and  thee  I  leave  forever  ! 

1  only  know  we  had  to  part, 

But  one  dear  memory  keep  I  ever  ! 
Deep  in  my  heart !     Deep  in  my  heart ! 
Ber.  Are  you  done  .'' 

Cho.  Every  one ! 

Aga.  All  right !     I  vote  each  reads  it  I 

Clor.  And  if  there's  aught  that's  wrong — • 

Jul.  In  that  unlikely  case, 

We  will  correct  it  where  it  needs  it ! 
Cho.  Oh,  capital !  Now  let's  begin, 

And  recapitulate  each  sin  ! 

Now  to  recapitulate  each  fav'rite  sin, 

Let  each  now  begin. 

No.  21.— TWO-PART  SONG.— "  O  FATHER,  WE  REGRET!" 

The  Pupils. 

O  father,  we  regret 

Our  sins  are  very  small. 
We  should  confess,  but  yet, 

No  faults  we  find  at  all ' 


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We'd  deeply  sorrow  should 

This  you  at  all  annoy  ; 
To  have  been  wicked,  would 

Have  given  us  great  joy  ! 
Clor.         a  wish  for  dresses  tight-fitting, 

Father,  I  often  feel ! 
Ber.  Across  my  soul  come  flitting    . 

Shoes  with  tremendous  heel  ! 
Aga.  My  pet  sin  is  a  carriage, 

Flashing  through  thick  and  thiat 
Jul.  I  dreamt  a  lot  of  marriage, 

If,  indeed,  that  is  a  sin. 
All.  Enough  of  special  thought, 

Now  let  us  lump  the  lot  I 
We  have  now  to  confess. 

That  nearly  all  the  time, 
We  think  of  nought  but  dress, 

But  then,  is  that  a  crime  ? 
If  in  a  vortex  gay, 

Imagination  whirls. 
You  will  remember,  pray, 

That  we  are  only  girls  ! 
BisA.  But  yesterday,  at  dinner, 

I  finished  too  much  pie  ! 
Cyd.  I  am  a  little  sinner, 

For  I  eat  sweets  on  the  sly. 
ISA.  Whilst  walking  in  the  garden, 

I  stole  a  nectarine  ! 
Clar.       And  I  have  to  ask  pardon 

For  a  theft  of  apples  green  ! 
Cho.  But  now,  girls,  we  mast  see, 

If  something  else  there  be  ! 
Ah  !  we  break  a  little  out. 

When  home  from  school  we  go; 
That  doesn't  count,  no  doubt, — 

It  isn't  school,  you  know. 

Of  racket,  tennis,  noise. 

And  romping  with  the  boys, 

You  would  not  care  to  hear, 

It  would  hore  you,  that  is  clear— 


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Yes,  bore  you,  that  is  clear  ! 
Ah,  my  father !  we  regret,  etc. 

Lou.  Be  sealed.  Here  they  come.  {The  pupils  returjt  to  their 
desks  and  pay  respectful  attention.  Enter  the  Superior,  .Sis- 
ter Opportune,  Brissac  and  Gontran,  2d  door,  R — the  two 
latter  as  inonks.) 

Superior.     Brothers,  this  is  the  flock  you  are  to  edify. 

Bias.     Nice  regiment,  if  I  may  judge  by  the  colonel! 

GON.     (Z'f  Bris.)     Be  careful ! 

Superior.     The  colonel  ? 

GoN.  {To  Superior.)  Don't  mind  him  !  It  was  a  mere  figure  of 
speech ! 

Bris.     I  like  a  figured  style— also,  a  stylish  figure  ! 

GoN.     {To  Superior  )     May  we  approach  these  divinities  ? 

Bris.  Let  us  see  a  little  manoeuvre — by  the  right  flank — left!  Give 
the  order  I 

Superior.     By  the  flank? 

GoN.  {Explaining  to  the  Superior.)  Another  figure,  simply.  Man- 
oeuvre means  exercise.    {To  Bris.)    You  will  spoil  everything! 

Superior.     I  understand  !     Y'ou  would  like 

Bkis.     To  have  you  pass  your  troops  in  review  I 

GoN.  {To  Bkis.)  Be  careful  !  {To  the  Superior)  They  are  charming  I 

Bris.     Who  will  lead  off  ? 

Lou.  {Advancing.)     I  will,  if  Madame  desires  it! 

Bris.    (T^*?  Lou.)     Sweet  child!     Advance!     Your  name  ? 

Lou.     Louise  de  Pontcourlay  ! 

Bris.     {Aside.)     Sister  of  Marie,  whom  Gontran  loves! 

GoN.     {To  Lou.)     Have  you  not  a  sister,  my  child  ? 

Lou.     Yes,  father.     Why  do  you  ask  ? 

Superior,  {To  Lou.)  Repress  your  curiosity.  Only  reply  to  questions. 

Lou.     My  sister  is  more  diffident  ihan  L 

Superior.    {Harshly.)     Louise! 

Bris,     Let  her  go  on,  sister;  her  innocence  is  charming  I 

GoN.    (T^Bris.     All  will  be  lost,  if  you  do  not  beware  ! 

Superior.     Marie,  come  here  ! 

GoN.  (7^7  Bris.  as  Mar.  advances.)  That  is  she  !   Isn't  she  beautiful  ? 

Bris.  {To  Gon.)  Lovely!      But  the  sister 


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Mar. 


No.  22.— ENSEMBLE.— "  DRAW  N15aR." 

Marie,   Louise,  The   Abbess,  Sister  Opportune,  Gontram 

Brissac  and  The  Pupils. 

Ah,  draw  near  to  me,  timid  maiden  ! 

Tell  me  thy  hope,  and  tell  me  thy  fear! 
With  holy  love  my  soul  is  laden. 

And  if  thy  heart  ache,  lay  it  here  1 

O  father  holy  ! 
My  yearning  soul,  full  of  doubt  and  fear. 
Thy  saintly  words  will  cheer  ! 

Saintly  man  !  We  feel  he's  inspired — 

With  what  ardent  zeal  his  words  are  fired!  etc. 

Ah,  with  what  zeal  he's  inspired  I 

Bris.  {Aside.)    I  never  thought  to  be  a  parson  vvas  so  jolly  ! 

Advice  to  bachelors — Take  orders,  if  you'd  wed! 
If  any  think  a  parson's  life  is  melancholy 
I  could  put  him  right  on  that  head. 

Ah  !  draw  near  to  me,  timid  maiden,  etc. 

Saintly  man,  we  feel  he  is  inspired,  etc 
I  never  thought  to  be  a  parson  was  so  jolly,  etc. 


Sister  O 
Mar.  Lou. 


GON. 

Lou.  &  Cho 
Bris. 


GoN.  {To  Mar.)  Marie! 

Lou.     (Aside.)     What  is  that  ? 

Mar.  {To  Gon.)     You  here? 

GoN.  (7<?  Marie.)     Yes;  I  was  determined    to  see  you  again.     Do 

not  betray  us!     Come  back  here  soon.     I'll  wait  for  you. 
Lou.  {Aside.)     What  can  he  have  to  say  to  Marie  so  confidentially? 
Superior.     Now,  fathers,  would  it  not  be  well  to  question  the  young 

ladies  relative  to  the  instruction  they  receive  ? 
Bris.     We  are  satisfied  that  the  teaching  is  excellent  ! 
Gon.     {To  the   Superior.)     May  we    ask    the    young    ladies    some 

questions  ? 
Superior.  {Bowing)    With  pleasure  ! 
Bris,     At  what  hour  do  you  have  breakfast  ? 
Lou.     At    ten    o'clock,    usually;  but    to-day,  on    account    of    yout 

arrival 

Bris.     It  was  changed.     I  don't  like  that !     I  like  military  precision. 


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GoN.  {To  Bris.)  There  you  are  again!  {A  bell  is  heard  in  anothef 
apartment.) 

Bris.  {Hearing  the  bell.)  There's  a  call  to  the  canteen  !  No,  no ! 
Pardon— a  figure  !  {To  Lou)  Will  you  take  my  arm,  Miss? 
{Offers  her  his  arm.) 

Super/or.  {Interposing.)  Impossible,  father !  Our  discipline  for- 
bids !  Go,  young  ladies  !  {Girls  march  about  the  stage,  tzuo  by 
fwo,singing,  followed  by  Sister  Opportune  and  Superior.) 

No.  2:3.— TWO-PART  SONG.— "TWO  AND  TWO." 

The  Pupils. 

Two  and  two — what  delight ! — 

Let  us  soberly  go  pacing ; 
Not  to  left  nor  right, 

Looking ;  but  to  front  aye  facing. 
We're  forbidden  to  talk. 

Which  we  do  not  think  amusing, 
But  this  regulation  walk 

Is,  of  course,  not  of  our  choseing. 
So  we  do  as  we  do. 
Pace  along,  two  and  two,  two  and  two  ! 

(Exit girls,  after  sinking  '•  Two  and  Two,"  also  Superior  and  Sis* 
ter.  O.,  2d  door,  r.) 

Bris.  {Wonderingly.)  Well !  They  have  gone  to  breakfast  without  us  ! 

GoN.     I  have  seen  her .'     I  shall  soon  see  her  again  ! 

Bris.     Hunger  makes  me  faint! 

GoN.  {Rapturously )  And  if  1  am  not  mistaken,  she  is  not  indifferent! 

Bris.     Well,  that  is  all  right  for  you  ;  but  I  am  starving  ! 

GON.     I  speak  to  him  of  love,  he  answers  me  like  a  prosaic  animal ! 

Bris.     Nonsense!      We  left  Vouvray  without  breakfast.     The  door 

of  the  breakfast  room  has  been  shut  in  our  faces.     I  am  going  to 

forage  !     {Looks  in  desks.) 
GoN.     What  do  expect  to  find  in  a  schoolroom  ? 
Bris.     No  corned  beef,  of  course,  in    doves'    nests — candy,  perhaps. 

or  cake.    {Takes  small  pieces  of  cake  from  a  desk.)  Here  is  some 

cake.     {Eats  it.) 
GoN.     And  you  take  it !     You  rob  the  young  ladies  of   their   cake? 

What  impertinence! 


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Bris.     No,  it  is  nicer  than  that.     Will  you  have  half  ? 

GoN.     No,  thank  you  ! 

Bris.  {Opening  desks^j     Only  books   and   papers!    {0/>ens   Marie's 

desk,)    Ah,  here  is  a  letter  ' 
GoN.     That  is  Marie's  desk. 
Bris.    {Reads  aloud  from   letter^     "  My  dear,  dear   Gontran,  how  I 

love  you !  " 
(jON,     What  a  fortunate  discovcrv,  Brissac  ! 
Mris.     And  you  blamed  me  !     {Hands  GoN.  letter.) 
GON.     Ah  !     Marie  is  an  unwilling  captive  here  !     A  little  bird  whis 

pars  to  me  I 

No.  24.— BALLAD.— "THE  CAPTIVE  AND  THE  BIRD." 

Brissac. 

Round  the  lone  keep  where  the  sea-birds  are  flying, 

Hovers  no  hope  for  the  prisoner  there  ; 
Wounded,  war-worn,  in  his  dark  dungeon  dying, 

Far  from  his  love,  and  alone  with  despair  1 
In  his  anguish,  he  groaned  as  forsaken. 

When  something  stirred  at  his  prison  bars, 
And  hopes  in  his  bosom  awaken, 

Thick  and  fast  as  the  rising  stars  ! 
"Who  goes  there  ?"  rang  out  on  the  night, 
And  the  sentinel's  arms  gleamed  in  light. 
"  Qui  vive  ?     Qui  vive  ?  " 
Only  a  swallow,  weary  winging. 

O'er  hill  and  dale,  and  ocean  foam ;  ' 

Only  a  swallow  to  me  singing 
A  strain  of  love,  a  song  of  home  ! 

In  silken  bower,  a  pale  maiden,  heart-weary, 

Waited,  at  sun-down,  the  tidings  of  war; 
Straining  her  eyes  tliro'  the  darkness  all-dreary, 

For  the  staunch  messenger,  spurring  afar  I 
Not  a  sound,  but  the  moan  of  the  river, 

No  hoof  stroke  clatter  of  charger  fleet ! 
Till,  witli  rush  of  wings,  and  a  quiver, 

A  trembling  bird  dropped  at  her  feet ! 
**What  may  be  this  ribbon  on  thy  breast?" 


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Said  she,  as  the  poor  bird  she  caressed. 
"Ah,  pity!     I  know  it! 
Heaven  sent  the  swallow,  weary,  winging 

O'er  hill  and  dale,  and  stormy  brine, 

Sweet  comfort  'neath  thy  pinion  bringing! 

I  know  his  love  in  death  was  mine  !  " 

GoN.     We  must  carry  her  off ! 

Bris.     Before  breakfast  ?     We  have  no  strength  !     My  discovery  waa 

more   sentimental   than  substantial.     I  would  have   preferred  a 

slice  of  ham  ! 
GON.     Some  one  is  coming — Marie,  perhaps  ! 
Bris.     No;  it  is  the  Superior!     {Enter  the  Superior,  zd  door,  r.) 
Superior.     I  returned  to  you  as  soon  as  possible,  my  dear  brothers  I 
Bris.     (Eagerly.)  You  are  welcome  !  And  you  come  to  announce 
Superior.     I  had  made   provision   for  your   entertainment.     Some 

rare  old  wine 

Bris.     Not  too  much  ceremony,  please,  dear  sister! 

Superior.     I  had  arranged  for  some  delicious  game 

Bris.     [Happily.)     Ah  !     I  knew  you  would 

Superior.     But   I    happened  to   remember   that   to-day  is  a  day  ol 

fasting. 
Bris.     (M'^it/i  changed  manner.)     Ah  !     So  it  is — a  fast  day  ! 

Superior.     And  that  you  would  accept  only  bread  and  water 

Bris.     (Aside.)      Yes.      [Sees   GoN.   slyly   laughing.)      Laugh,   you 

idiot!     I'll  find  a  Vv-ay  to  get  some  breakfast.  {Aloud.)   Sister? 
Superior.     Brother? 

Bris.     We  are  very  grateful  for  your  kindness. 
Superior.     I  will  go  for  your  bread  and  water! 
Bris,     {Slowly.)     Yes  ;  for  my  comrade  !     Bread  and  water  will  do 

very  well  for  him  ;  but  I — I    know  you  will   be   surprised — I  ara 

going  to  breakfast  as  usual,  fast  or  no  fast! 
Superior.    Ah  ? 

Bris.     I  make  this  exception  whenever  I  am  to  lecture. 
Superior.     To  lecture? 
Bris.     Precisely.     I  have  to  overcome  my  wishes.     I  know  I  ought 

not  to  eat.     It  is  really  against  my  will. 
Superior.      How  you  must  suffer  in  your  mind  ! 
GoN.     {Aside.)     That  is  where  he  suffers  most ! 
Bris.     Pray,  don't  mention  it !     I  must  have  strength  to  lecture  I 


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Superior.     And  you  will  do  us  the  honor  to  lecture  to-day? 
Bris.     I  will  do  so.     I'll   lecture   by  and  by,  but   not   before   brealc 

fast. 
Superior.     Follow  me. 
Bris.     (Gaily.)     We  will   keep  step.     (GoN     nudges  him,     LouiSB 

appears  at  id  door,  seen  only  by  GoN  ) 

GoN.  {Seeing  Lou.)     But  I 

Superior.  {To  Gon.)     Come,  brother,  I  have  a  favor  to  ask  of  you. 
GoN.    {Aside.)    She  will  make  me  lose  my  meeting  with  Marie. 

Superior.     I  wish  to  show  you  our  new  chapel. 

Buis.    {Aside.)  I   would   prefer   to   see    the   dining-room  just  now. 

{Aloud.)     Thank  you. 
Superior.     And  our  aviary  !  We  have  some  beautiful  white  doves  ! 
Bris.     {Aside.)  If  they  are  not  potted,  I  do  not   care  to  see   them. 
{Aloud.)     You  are  very  kind! 

{Exit  Sup.,  Bris.  and  Gon.  tst  door,  R.) 

{Enter  Louise.) 

Lou.     I  wonder  what  is  going  on  here  ?     Not   that  I  am    inquisitive. 
Marie  won't  tell  me  what  the  monk  said  to  her  so  softly.     I  shall 
find   it   out.     {Noise  of  some  one  approacliing)    Ah  !     Some  one 
comes  !     I  will  hide  !     {She  hides  behind  Sister  O.'s  chair.) 
{Enter  Sister  O.  aJid  nKiDAiNE./>'<7/«  zd door.,  R.) 

Sister  O.     This  way,  father  Bridaine !     I'll  send  Marie  to  you! 
{Exit  Sister  O.,  zd door,  R.) 

Bri.     Ah  !     1  breathe  !     The  convent  is  still  safe,  and    Marie  is    no- 
carried  off  yet !     (LouiSE/^tyJj  out  at  V>\\\.from  behind  chair.) 

Lou.     Good  day.  Father  Bridaine  ! 

Bri.     {Startled.)     Ah!     Where  did  you  come  from? 

Lou.     {Points  to  chair.)     From  behind  that  chair.    Why  do  you  wish 
to  see  Marie  .'' 

Bri.     {Embarrassed.)     11     Why?     You  are  too  inquisitive? 

Lou.     1  inquistive  ?     Well,  I  like  that  ! 

Bri.     Yes,  I  said  you  did  !     But  I  don't ! 

Lou.     I  am  not  curious  at  all !     {Some  one  approaches.) 

Bri.     Well,  to  prove  it,  leave  me  alone  with  .Marie  ! 

Lou.     Ah!     I  am  caught!     {Enter  Mww'E.  from  2d  door  K.) 

Mar.     Father  Bridaine  I 

Bri.    {To  Lou.)    Will  you  please  retire  ? 


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Lou.  Of  course,  I  will  go.  {Aside.)  I'll  find  it  all  out  yet !  •  {Exit 
2d  door,  R.) 

Bri.     {Looking  around^     Let  us  be  sure  that  no  one  is  listening ! 

Mar.     {Laughs.)     What  is  all  this  mystery  ? 

Bri.     You  would  be  serious,  if  you  knew  what  I  had  suffered  ! 

Mar.     What  can  it  be? 

Bri.     My  dear  friend,  Gontran  de  Solanges 

Mar.     Whom  you  have  so  often  praised  .'' 

Bri.  Yes  ;  and  he  deserves  it  all.  I  always  speak  well  of  one  to 
another ! 

Mar.     Then  you  spoke  well  of  me  to  him .'' 

Bri.  Constantly  !  With  enthusiasm  !  That  has  made  all  the  mis- 
chief! 

Mar.     What  mischief  ? 

Bri.     Gontran  adores  you  ! 

Mar.     {Concealing  her  joy.)     Do  you  believe  it  ? 

Bri.     I  know  it!     To  be  near  you,  he  would  do  anything! 

Mar.     {Aside.)     I  doubt  it  ! 

Bri.     Happily,  however,  we  can  overcome  the  difficulty. 

Mar.     {Alarmed.)     I  do  not  understand  you  ! 

Bri.  You  will  obey  the  Governor.  Write  and  tell  Gontran  you  do 
not  love  him  !     That  you  shall  take  the  veil 

Mar.    {Excitedly.)  I  will  not  tell  him  such  a  lie  ! 

Bri      {Astonished.)    You  do  not  really  love  him  ? 

Mar.     Did  you  not  plead  his  cause  by  praising  him  ? 

J3ri.     {Very  earnestly)     I  will  never  speak  well    of  any  one  again! 

•'  Write  this  letter  and  all  will  be  at  an  end.  If  you  you  do  not, 
Gontran  will  commit  some  folly,  and  lose  his  head.  He  is  a 
crazy  fellow  when  crossed.     We  must  not  offend  the  Cardinal ! 

Mar.  Gontran  must  not  lose  his  life  for  me  !  I  must  not  make  him 
run  into  danger ! 

Bri.     What  will  you  do? 

Mar.    {Going  to  her  desk.)     I  will  write  the  letter  you  ask  !  \_W rites. 

Bri.  {Aside.)  She  is  writing  to  tell  him  she  does  not  love  him  ! 
Alas,  it  is  not  true  I  What  a  cruel  blow  it  will  be  Gontran  !  She 
is  an  angel !     She  has  saved  us  all ! 

Mar.  {Hands  him  Utter.)  Is  that  all,  sir?  {Aside.)  My  happi- 
ness A3  over ! 


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No.  25.— VALSE  SONG.-"  YE  SUMMER  BIRDS.'* 

Marie. 

Ye  summer  birds,  airily  winging, 

A  gilded  cage  beware  !  beware ! 
The  tender  love  lay  ye  are  singing, 
To-morrow  may  be  still'd  in  care  ! 
I,  too,  moved  lightly, 
I,  too,  sang  brightly, 
'Twas  but  yesterday,  joy  was  mine  owj  ; 
But,  ah  !  the  morrow. 
Dark  with  its  sorrow  I 
And  from  my  life  all  its  brightness  is  flown  ! 
Ah  !  but  yet  to  my  heart  hath  been  spoken 
The  dearest  word  that  maid  can  know ; 
The  rapture,  the  thrill,  and  the  token, 
Still  in  my  being  linger  and  glow  ! 
And  though  the  only  bright  thing  for  me. 

O'er  prison  walls,  may  be  the  bright  sky  above 
Within  my  heart  where  none  may  see, 
I'll  keep  the  bright  memory  of  my  love  ! 
Ah,  summer  birds,  etc. 

Bri.     Well,  my  child.     You  may  rejoin  your  companions ! 

{Enter  GoN.,  \st  door,  R.) 
GoN.     I  have  escaped  at  last ! 
Bri.  (Aside.)     A  friar!  He  is  just  the  one  to  console  Marie.  [Aloud. 

Come,  father,  and  comfort  this  child  ! 
GoN.     Console  Marie. -^     What  has  happened? 
Bri.     {Surprised.)     That  voice ! 
Mar.     How  imprudent ! 

Bri.     Gontran,  did  I  not  forbid  you  to  come  here.' 
GoN.     Father,  do  not  be  severe  !     Speak  softly  1 
Bri.     Softly,  indeed  !     I  could  cry  aloud  I 
GoN.     Do  you  wish  me  to  be  lost! 
Bui.    {Aside.)     He  has  me  there !    {To  GON.)  You  shall  suffer  for 

this  !     {To  Mar.)     Marie,  leave  us  ! 
GoN.     But  father  ? 
Bri.     You  will  remain,  sir.     I  have  an  account  to  settle  with  you. 

{He  makes  Mar.  go  out  2d  door,  R.) 


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Bri.     Your  folly  will  do  you  no  good ! 
GoN.     We  shall  see  ' 

Bri.     We  have  seen  !     Read  this  letter  !    {Gives  letter  to  GoN.) 
GoN.    {After  reading  letter.)  She  does  not  love  me !     My  dream  is 
over! 

No.  -20.— ROMANCE.— "  MY  DREAM   OF  I.OVE." 

GONTRAN. 

My  dream  of  love,  alas !  is  over, 

And  I  awake  to  find  it  vain! 
Ne'er  shall  we  meet  as  maid  and  lover, 

Nor  shall  my  drea'n  return  again  ! 
And  yet,  I  thought — I  know  not  why — 
Perchance  from  glance,  perchance  from  sigh, 
That  thou  didst  love  me,  but  'tis  past, 
My  first  illusion  and  my  last! 

But  in  the  years  to  come, — 

O  thou  lost  love  of  mine  ! — 
If  friendship's  voice  be  dumb, 

Remember,  my  heart's  thine  ! 
If  thou  shalt  then  recall 

One  touch,  one  vanished  tone. 

Know  that  my  love  was  thine  alone  1  * 
Remember,  in  that  hour, 

My  love  was  thine,  ay,  thine  alone  I 

Bri.     I  trust  you  are  convinced! 

GoN.     {Sadly.)     Ah,  yes !     {Suddenly )     But   how  about   that  other 

letter? 
Bri.     {Surprised)     What  other  letter  ? 
GoN.  {Taking  letter  from  pocket.)     This  from  Marie,  breathing  the 

most  ardent  love  for  me  ! 
Bri.     Where  did  you  get  it? 
GoN.     In  her  desk! 

Bri.     And  you  have  been  rummaging  in  the  pupils'  desks? 
GoN.     How  do  you  reconcile  the  two  letters  ? 
Bri.     Ah,  my  poor  boy  !     Woman  never  have  the  same  idea  for  two 

days ! 
GoN.     Swear  that  you  had  nothing  to  do  with  all  this ! 


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Bri.     I  cannot   swear.     It   is   forbidden      Besides,   there   has   been 

enough  of  this  folly.     A  Musketeer  in  a  convent  !      I   tremble  for  the 

consequences  of  all  this.    (Aside.)     I  am  sorry  I  ever  left  home ! 

(Bris  heard  .si/igiiig  ottlside.)  ,; 

Br  IS.     (S/ngmg.)  "To  fight,  the  Red  Musketeer  !  " 

Bri.     That  voice — that  song!     Is  this  a  nig'itinare  ?  {Horrified^ 

{Enter  Bris,  \st  door,  R.) 
Bri.     {Seeing  Bris.)     Brissac  !     I  am  going  to  die! 

(Bris.  is  slightly  tipsy ;  he  carries  in  his  hand,  ntider  his  robe,  a 
little  glass  of  cherry  brandy. ) 

Bris.     I've  been  looking  for  you  everywhere!     {Hums.)    "And  for 

loving  the  Musketeer." 
Bri.     {Excitedly  )     Intoxicated  !     He  takes  my  breath  away  ! 
Bris.     {To  Bri.)     Have  a  little  cherry  brandy? 
Bri.     {Offended.)    Sir! 
Bris.     Are  you  not  one  of  us  ? 
Bri-    (7£»  Gon.)     He  is  getting  worse  and  worse  1     We   shall   lose 

everything  ! 
GoN.     Brissac ! 
Bris,     Present! 
GoN.     You  are  my  friend  ? 
Bris.  In  life  and  death  !     Have  a  cherry? 
Bri.     Go  to  bed! 
Bris.     Without  my  supper  ? 
Bri.     And  he  has  just  come  from  the  table  ! 
Bris.    Precisely!     Have  a  cherry? 
GON.     You  had  better  go  to  bed,  as  the  Abbe  says  ! 
Bris.     But  I  have  promised  the  sisters  a  lecture.     I  always  keep  mj 

word.     A  debt  of  honor  !     I  said — "  After  I   have  breakfasted,  I 

will  lecture,"  and  I  have  breakfasted. 

Bri.     Too  much  !      Now,  in  your  condition 

Bris,     My  condition?     What's  the  matter  with  me?     Ah,  well,  per< 

haps  so;  but  it  will  give  me  more  energy. 
GON.     They  are  coming  ! 
Bris.    {Softly  to  Bri.)    Will  you  have  a  cherry  ?  {Holds  out  glass.) 

Bri.     This  is  too  much  !    {Snatches  glass  and  puts  it  aside^ 
{Enter  SvvKiuoR  from  \st  door,  r.  ;  Sister  Opportune,  Marie, 
Louise,  Isabella,  Agatha,  and  pupils  from  zd  door,  R.) 


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No.  27.— CHORUS  &  SCENE,  «  NOW,  TO  HEAR,  ETC." 

Now  to  hear  the  pilgrims  preaching, 

O'er  the  field  of  doctrine  range,  i 

After  women's  humdrum  teaching, 

This  will  be  a  welcome  change!  ' 

Bris.  My  dear  young  ladies, 

To  speak  my  trade  is  ! 
GoN.  (You  fool,  mind  what  you  are  at!) 

Br  I.  (He  is  drunk  !  verdn/n  sat  /) 

Bris.  Lectures  are  my  delight, 

I  could  go  on  all  night — all  night! 

With  my  firstly,  my  secondly,  my  thirdly — 

My  fourthly,  fifthly,  sixthly,  seventhly  1 

Cho.  How  very  odd  !  did  a  friar  drink, 

(But  that,  of  course,  monks  never  do,) 
We  would  have  been  much  inclined  to  think 
This  one  had  had  a  glass  or  two. 

Bri.  Pray  do  not  heed  his  language  wild. 

He  had  a  sun-stroke  when  a  child  ; 
And  he  needs  a  tonic,  as  'tis  chronic  ! 

Bris.  My  dear  young  friends,  that  is  not  it ; 

1  feel  I'm  very  fit ! 
Feels  he's  very  fit ! 
Now  then,  for  my  text ! 

Now  then,  for  his  text ! 
He  preach  .''     Good  heav'n  what  next! 
Against  intemperance 


Bri 

.  GoN. 

Bris. 

Bri 

.  GoN. 

Bris. 

GON. 

Bris. 

Clio. 

Bri. 

(To  talk  on  that,— it  can't  be  denied — 
He  is  most  fully  qualified  !  ) 

Be  prudent  chicks,  and  never  mix  ! 
How,  very  odd  !     Did  friars  drink,  etc. 
He's  at  that  stage  of  drink. 
When  people  get  loquacious; 
GoN.         When  off  he  ought  to  slink. 
To  stay  he  gets  tenacious  ! 

Bris.       One  topic  I'm  strong  on,  all  above — 
Yes,  strong  upon  all  else  above — , 
That,  my  dear  young  friends,  is  love  ! 


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GoN.  &  Cho,        That  we'd  have  such  a  theme 
In  a  convent,  who  could  dream 

Bri.     {Spoken.)  Pretty  text ! 

No.  28.— COUPLETS.— "LOVE'S  NOT  A   W.V^WE." 

Bris.  Love's  not  a  science  nor  an  art, 

But  of  your  studies  should  form  part ; 
Tho'  that  is,  in  most  boarding  schools, 
Not  in  accordance  with  the  rules  ! 
When  flowers  shall  forget  to  blow, 

And  bright  stars  fade  from  out  our  ken, 
When  waters  shall  no  longer  flow, 

Then  love  shall  die,  but  not  till  then  ! 
Therefore,  maidens,  listen  unto  me  ! 
You  I'm  exhorting 
To  go  courting; 
Leave  your  samplers,  books  and  'broiderie, 
And  steal  out  to  the  trysting-tree  ! 

R.) 

GoN  ,  Bill.  \    By  such  talk,  at  us  he  is  mockmg ! 
Bris.  Yes,  dear  maidens,  listen  unto  me  ! 

You,  I'm  exhorting,  etc. 
Superior.         If  this  gets  out,  it  will  give  a  handle 
For  an  awful  scandal ! 
Cho.  If  this  gets  out,  etc. 

Marie  &  Cho.     But,  after  all,  we've  heard 

Worse  lectures  in  our  lives  ; 
GoN.  &  Bri.  {To  Bris.)  You  fool,  you  risk  our  lives! 
Mar  &  Cho.         Our  beating  hearts  approve  too 

What  the  father  says  ! 
GoN  &  Bri.  It  seems  to  be  a  craze ! 

Mar.  &  Cho.       We  all  hope  to  have  sweethearts, 

And  some  may  be  wives — 
GoN  &  Bri.  If  any  one  arrives  ! 

M  AR.  &  Cho.       Not  in  a  convent  do  we  wish  to  end  our  days  I 
GoN.  «&;  Bri.  In  jail  you'll  end  your  days  ! 

Bkis.  Love  with  all  your  might  and  main! 

■     Bri.  That  is  the  sunstroke  on  again  ! 

Bris  Love  !  ay,  love  !  both  old  and  young!    , 


Superior.  \    What  disgrace  !  and  his  conduct's  shocking! 


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GON.  Sunstroke  always  affects  lus  tongue. 

Bri.  I  only  wish  'twould  slop  his  tongue  ! 

No.  29.— STRETTE.— "WE  MUST    ADMIT." 
Mak.,  Lou.,  &  Cho. 

We  must  admit  we've  heard  worse  sermons  in  our  lives; 
Our  beating  liearts  approve,  too,  what  the  father  says  ! 

We  all  hope  to  have  sweethearts,  and  some  may  be  wives- 
Net  in  a  convent  do  we  wish  to  end  our  days  ! 
But,  well-a-day  !  what  will  folks  say  ? 

Sup.,  Gon.  &  Bri. 

It  is  sad  that,  when  he  was  young, 

A  sunstroke  did  so  affect  his  tongue!  etc 

Buis.  Love,  aye,  love  with  might  and  main ! 

See  that  you  get  it  on  the  brain !  etc. 

It  is  sad  that,  when  he  was  young, 
A  sun-stroke  did  affect  his  tongue,  etc. 
Oh,  ladies!  hearken  not  to  his  song; 
You  must  know  it's  very  wrong  ! 

Bris.  Oh,  ladies,  listen  to  my  song. 

For  love,  you  know,  can  ne'er  be  wrong! 

Mar.  )  We  like  his  creed,  we  like  his  song; 

Lou.   ^  For,  surely,  love  can  ne'er  be  wrong  I 

Therefore,  maidens,  listen  unto  me! 

Ye  I'm  exhorting, 

Don't  go  courting! 
Leaving  samplers,  books  and  broiderie, 
Would  surely  madness  only  be,  etc. 
Don't  leave  your  books  and  broiderie, 
Nor  steal  out  to  the  trysting-tree  ! 

Bris.  Therefore,  maidens,  listen  unto  me  ; 

You  I'm  exhorting  to  go  courting — 
Leaving  your  samplers,  books,  and  broiderie, 
And  steal  out  to  the  trysting-tree  !  etc. 
Mar.  )  Sure  all  maidens  must  witii  iiim  agree, 

Lou.   \  Us  he's  exhorting  to  go  courting,  etc. 


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(At  the  close  of  the  Couplets,  Brissac  is  inounted  on  a  chair,  or 
stool,  surrounded  by  the  pupils.  LouiSE,  upon  a  stool,  is  throtV' 
ing  books  and  papers  about.  Clarette  is  mounted  on  SibXER 
OppoRTUNEs's  chair.  Bridaine  and  Gontran  throw  them- 
selves  into  chairs,  in  ^reat  consternation,  while  the  Superior 
faints  in  the  artns  of  a  mm.  Sister  Opportune  stands 
aghast.) 

RiGO.  {Heard outside.)     Father  Bridaine! 

Bri.     (Runs  to  door,  L.)     What  do  I  hear  ? 

{Chorus  of  Musketeers  outside  singing  "  We're  men  of  War,"  etc. 
During  the  singi7tg  of  the  Musketeers,  \iK\SSAC  gets  down  from 
chair,  and  gives  evideftce  of  overcoming  his  itiebriety,  Louise 
Clarette,  and  the  other  pupils  assume  dignified  positions. 
Gontran,  ajid  Bridaine  listen.  The  Superior  a?td  Sister 
Opportune  are  amazed.) 

Superior.      Soldiers    here  ?      Young    ladies,   to    your    apartments 
at  once ! 

{Exit  Marie  a)id  Louise  and  all  the  pupils,  2d  door,  r  ,  singing 
"  Two  and  Two,"  as  they  go  out,  followed  by  the  Superior  and 
Sister  O.) 

Bri.     Brissac — Gontran — go  to  your    room    at  once  !    {Exit  Bris. 

and  Go^.  hurriedly,  \st  door, 'P..) 
Bri.    {Excitedly)    What  new  danger  threatens  ?    {Opening  door,  x..) 

Who  goes  there  ? 

(RiGO.  showing  his  head  within  door.) 
Bri.     So  it  is   you!     I've   had   enough   of   Musketeers!     Go  out! 

{Shuts  door  in  RiGo's  face.) 
RiGo.     {Shouts  outside.)     Father  Bridaine ! 
Musketeers.  {Outside.)     Father  Bridaine  ! 
Bri.     {Excitedly.)     Will  you  be  silent ? 
RiGO.     {In  a  lower  tone.)     Dear  Father  Bridaine  ! 
Bri.     {Opening  the  door  a  little.)     Well,  what  do  you  want  ? 
RiGO.    {Showing  his  head.)    We   want  our  officers — Brissac  and 

Gontran ! 
Bei.      Well,  what's  that  to  me  ?     Go  and  find  them  ! 


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(RiGO.  withdraivs  and  Bri.  closes  the  door.     Enter  GoN.  from  rst 
door,  R.,  as  a  Musketeer,  havins;  thrown  off  the  friar's  robe.) 

Con.     Ah,  Bridaine  !     Whom  were  you  talking  with  ? 

Bri.     With  a  couple  of  poor  old  beggars  with  wooden  legs  I 

RiGO.     {Sho7iting  outside.)     Father  Bridaine  ! 

Bri.      {Nervously,   aside.)    Will  he  never  stop  ?     I'm  sorry  I   ever 

left  home  ! 
GoN.     {Surprised.)    Why,  that  is  Rigobert's  voice  !    {Opens  door,  L  ) 

Rigobert,  here  ! 
RiGO.    {Shows  head  at  door.)     I  am  uneasy  about  Captain  Brissac. 

We  have  come  for  his  rescue,  if  necessary. 
GoN.     Ah,  you  are  kind !     But  how  about  your  two  prisoners  ? 
RiGO.     Under  strong  guard  at  the  inn.     I'll  answer  for  that! 
Brt.     {Goes  toward  door.)     What  prisoners  ? 
GoN.     It  is  not  for  you  to  know.     (Bri.  covies  down  stage.) 
Bri.     He  sends  me  away  !     If  I  could  only — but  I  can't ! 
GoN      {To  RiGO.)    In  an  hour — in  the  woods.    With  our  horses.  Ua 

derstand? 
RiGO.     We  will  be  there.     (GON.  closes  door.) 
Bri.     Some  one  is  coming  1 
GoN.     The  sisters  .-' 
Bri.     No  ;  the  pupils  go  to  the  garden  for  recreation.    Come.  {Tries 

to  lead  GoN.  to  door,  L.) 
GoN,     {Hangs  tack.)     Ah!     If  I  could  only  see  Marie  ! 
Bri.     If  I  were  not  an  Abbe  I  would  swear  !     {Aside.)     I'm  sorry  I 

ever  left  home ! 
{Exit  Bri.  dud  Gon  ,  door,  l.     Enter  from  2d  door,  r.,  two  by  two, 

hoxMS'E.  and  all  the  pupils,  except  Marie.      They  march  around 

the  stage  to  door  at  back.)    Exit  at  door,  back.     Enter  Sister 

O      IC/iter  Bri.  l.,  closing  door.) 
Bui.     {Softly.)     One  word! 
Sister  O.     The  Abbe  ! 
Brt.      Where  is  Marie? 
Sister  O.     In  her  room,  in  tears  !    {Exit  Sister  O.    at  door,  back. 

Exit  Bri.  at  door  l.,  after  locking  door  back.     Enter  Brissac, 

\st  door,  R.,  dressed  as  a  monk,  goes  to  door  back — there  is  a  round 

hole  in  the  door.) 
Bris.     {Calls  through  door.)  Louise.'*     (Lou.  comes  to  door  and  looks 

in.) 
Lou.     Sir  !    {Aside.)    I  wonder  who  he  is  ? 


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Bris.     Where  are  the  other  young  ladies  ? 

Lou.     They  have  all  gone  for  a  promenade  in  the  garden. 

Bris.     Are  you  afraid  of  me  ? 

Lou.     No.     I  would  like  to  ask  you  a  question. 

Bris.     I  would  go  into   the   garden,  but    Bridaine    has    locked   the 

door. 
Lou.     We  can  talk  all  the  same.     I  wish  to  consult  with  you. 
Bris.     Let  us  be  brief.     The  Superior  may  come  ! 
Lou.     Have  you  been  a  monk  very  long? 

Bris.     {Softly.)     Since  yesterday  !     Love  caused  me  to  become  one  ! 
Lou.     What  were  you  before  that  ? 
Bris.     A  soldier — one  of  the  king's  M  jsketeers  ! 
Lou.     Oh!     A  Musketeer? 
Bris.     You  know  the  regiment? 

Lou.     1  have  heard  of  it.     You  are  said  to  be  all  hardened  wretches. 
Bris.     Thank  you.     I  was  a  perfect  saint  1 
Lou.     What  was  your  love  affair  that  made  you  a  monk  ? 
Bris.     1  will  tell  you  !     (Aside)     She  is  charming  !     (Tb  Lou.)    You 

must  know,  that  a  beautiful  young  lady 

{The  SuPERiOR's-7/^/a'  heard oulside.) 
Superior.     {From  id  door,  r.)     Sister  Opportune! 
Lou.     {Aside)     I  must  save  myself !     {She  leaves  Ihe  door  hastily.) 
Bris.  Confound  it!     I  was  just  going  to  declare  myself  ! 
Exit  Wkis.  1st  door,  r.      Enter  Bri.  l.,  who  unlocks  door  at  back^ 

and  exits  hastily  at  door  l.     Enter  SiMOSK/rom  door  back.) 
Sim.    {Aside.)    I  wonder  where  Captain  de  Brissac  could  have  gone? 
Bri.  {Enters^  L.)     Ah  !     Simone  ?     Why  are  you  here  ?  . 
Sim.     I  came  to  find  Brissac. 
Bri.     Ah,  you  want  another  kiss,  do  you  ?    You  don't  expect  to  find 

him  here  ? 
Sim.     Pichard  sent  me  to  see  Brissac  about  the  friars,  under  guard 

at  the   inn.     They  are   becoming   troublesome.     I    thought  you 

would  know  where  Brissac  was. 
Bri.     {Aside.)    Does  she  suspect  the  truth  ?    {Alotid.)     I  will  send 

Brissac  to  you  if  I  find  him.  {Aside.)  He  isn't  where  I  am  going! 
{Exit  Bri.,  l.     Enter  Marie,  2d  door,  r.) 
Mar.    {Seeing  Simone.)  Ah  !  Are  you  not  the  waiting  maid  at  Picb« 

ard's  inn  ? 
Sim.     I  am.     And  you  are  the  Governor's  niece  ? 
Mar.     Did  I  not  see  Captain  de  Brissac  kissing  you? 


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Sim.     {Coquetttshly.)     No! — Yes!     But  I  did  not  give  my  consent! 

Mar.     Yes,  you  did  seem  to  be  unwilling  ! 

Note. — A  Song  by  Simone,  or  a  Duet  by  Simone  a7id  Marie, 

may  be  introduced  here. 

Sim.  Indeed,  you  must  not  take  me  for  a  flirt !  I  am  very  happy 
and  contented,  and  I  do  not  want  a  lover.  But  I  have  business 
with  Captain  Brissac.  I  will  say  an  revoir  /  {Exit  SiMONE  at 
back.  Exit  Marie,  2d  door,  R.) 
Enter  Lou  i  se  and  S ISTER  O.from  door  at  back.  Enter  SUF erior 
from  door,  R.) 

Sup.     {Severely  to  Lou.)     What  are  you  doing  here,  Miss? 

Lou.     I  am  meditating! 

Sup.     {Softening.)    Ah,  that's  right !     The  fact   is,  these  friars   have 
very  much  disturbed  me!     (Lou.  walks  up  stage.) 

Sister  O.    {To  Superior.)     Are  you  not  afraid  of  some  new   out- 
break ? 

Sup.     I  must  see  Father  Bridaine  at  once.     Leave  me  alone. 
Exit  Louise  at  door  back,  and  Sister  O.  nt  2d  door,  k.) 

Sup.     What  a  tale  for  the  gossips ! 

Bri.     {Enters  L.     Does  not  see    her.)     Poor    Marie  !     {Sees  Supe- 
rior.)    Ah! 

Sup.     {Turning  around^      Father  Bridaine,  where    are  the  friars? 

Bri.     Our  patient  is  resting  a  little.     We  hope  to  be    able    to    leave 
soon  ! 

Sup.     Father,  do  you  attribute   all  his  extravagant  actions   to  some 
illness? 

Bri     {Aside.)    Does  she  suspect?    {Alojtd.)    To  a  sunstroke  ! 

Sup.     Sister   Felicity,   who  served  the   breakfast,  said  that   he   ate 
voraciously. 

Bri.     Poor  man  ! 

Sup.     And  drank  copiously. 

Bri.     Poor  fellow  ! 

Sup.     And  a  glass  has  disappeared  from  the  sideboard! 

Bri.     Poor  glass!     I    mean,  poor   man!    {Sighs.)     It  was  a  great 
sorrow  that  caused  him  to  become  a  friar  !. 

Sup.     He  has  a  history  ?     Tell  me  of  hira.     Continue! 

Bri.    {Aside.)     It  is  easy  enough  to  continue.     It  is  the  beginning 
that  troubles  me  I. 

Sup.     Well,  I  will  hear  you  ! 

Bri,     The  loss  of  a  wife,  who  loved  him,  was  his  first  sorrow.     He 


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quit  army  uniform  for  the  gown.     He  set  out  on  a  pilgrimage  to 
Palestine  on  foot.     Crossing  the  desert  in  the    hot  sun,  his  rea- 
son was  shattered.     You  have  seen  the  effect. 
Sup.     Poor  man  !     And  I  blamed  him  !     I   must  tell  him  howl  sym- 
pathize with  him!     Tell  him  I  shall  never  forget  him! 
{Exit  the  id  door,  r.) 

Bri.      Now,  if  he  will  be  sensible,  all  will  be  well.     I'm  sorry  I  evei 
'.eft  home  ! 

{Enter  Brissac,  ist  door,  R.,  standing  in  doorway  as  Afusketeer.) 

Br  IS.     {Laughs.)     My  congratulations,  Father  Bridaine  ! 

Bri.     Sir! 

Bris.     I  am  glad  you  are  in  our  little  game  ! 

Bri.     Sir! 

Bris.     Help  me  now  about 

Bri.     {Eagerly.)     Getting  away  from  here  .? 

Bris.     No! 

Bri.     {Enireatirt'ly.)     Let  us  go  !     I  tremble  for  us  all !    {Knock  at 

door  dack      '^Ki.  is  frightened.)     There! 
Bris.     Who  goes  there  1 

Bri.     Hide  yourself  !     Your  uniform  would  betray  you  ! 
Bris.  Never  fear  !  (yE'jr// Bris.   ist  door,  r.  Enter  Sister  O.  from 

2d  door.     She  goes  to  door  back,  and  looks  through  the  hole.) 
Sister  O.     Ah  !     Is  it  you,  Simone  .? 
Bris.     {From  ist  door,  R  — Aside.)    Simone  ! 
Bri.     Simone  here? 
Sister  O.     {Opening  door.)     Come  in,  my  child  !     {Enter  Simone 

from  door  back.) 
Simone.     Excuse  me,  sister,  I  want  to  speak  with  Father  Bridaine- 
Sister  O.     There  he  is  ! 
Bki.     {Aside.)     What  now,  I  wonder? 
Sister  O.     I  leave  you.    (7"(?  Bri.)     I  shall  never   forget  tlie   poor 

friar  ! 
IIri.     {To  Sister  O.)     The  Superior  has  told  you  about  the  sun- 
stroke ? 
Sister.  O.     {Softly.)    Yes,   the   poor   man!    {Exit  Sister   O.    2d 

uoor,  K.) 
Bri.    (7>  Simone.)     Well,  my  girl,  what  do  you  want? 
Simone.     M.  Pichard  wanted  me  to  ask  you  if  you  had  seen  Captain 
de  Brissac? 


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BrI.  How  should  I  know  where  he  .s?  {Unseen  by  Simone,  Bris- 
SAC  stands  in  doorway  smiling.  {Aside.)  I  would  smile,  if  1 
were  in  your  place  I 

Simone.     Well,  the  friars  want  their  clothes. 

Bri.     I  don't  understand  ! 

(Bris.  laughs  loudly,  and  goes  away  from  doorway  into  1st  roo?n,  R.) 

Sim.     Did  you  laugh,  sir? 

Bri.     It  is  the  echo  ! 

Sim.     If  I  could  find  Captain  de  Brissac,  we  could  ask  him  to  lake 

the  guard  off  the  poor  friars,  and  let  them  go  ! 
Bri.     But  as  you  cannot  find  him — —[^He goes  to  door  aud  looks  out 

Enter  Bris.  from  \sl  roofn,  R.) 
Bris.    {Kissing  Siuq-hk.)     Be  careful ! 
Sim.    {Cries  out)    You  here  ?     I've  lost  count ! 
Bri.    {Alarmed,  to  Sim.)     If  you  make  a  noise,  we  shall  be  lost! 
Sim.    {To  Bris.)     What  does  all  this  mean  ? 
Bri.     Have  you  not  guessed  ? 
Simone.    Then  Gontran  is  here  also? 
Bri.     Yes.    {To  Bris.)     Go  and  sign  the  order  to  have  those  poof 

monks  released. 
Bris.     While  we  are  here,  that  would  be  impossible  ! 
Bri.     Ah,  true  !     Well,  let  us  start  at  once  ! 
Bris.     Can  we  do  so? 
Bri.    {Eagerly.)  Certainly  !    Go  and  put  your  robes  on  again.     {Goes 

to  door  L.)     Gontran  !     {Enter  Gontran.) 
GoN.     I  was  waiting {Sees  Simone.)    Ah,  Simone!  {Kisses  her.) 

What  are  you  doing  here  ? 
Sim.     That  is  number  one  from  you  !     I  came  to  serve  you  ! 
Bri.    {To  Gon.^    Are  you  willing  to  leave   here  with  Brissac  and 

myself? 

GoN.     Since  I  cannot  see  Marie 

Bri.     I  do  forbid  that ! 

GON.     I  was  writing  my  adieux.     {Shows  envelope.) 

Bri.     Your  adieux  ?     Show  me  the  letter  !     1  will  give  it  to  ner. 

GoN.     No.     I  shall  ask  Simone (Bri.  trying  to  get  letter.) 

GoN.    (7<?Bki.)    Put  down  your  hands.    (71?  Sim.)    Take  this  letter 

and  this  purse ! 
Bris.     Keep  the  purse  ! 
GON.     And  give  the  letter  to  Miss  Marie! 
Sim.     You  can  depend  upon  me  I    {Exit  Sim.  -zd  door  b.) 


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Bris.     And  now  for  our  robes  ! 

GoN.     To  leave  here  ? 

Bris.     (TbGoN.)    To  pretend  to,  at  lea Jt!     (E rtf  Bkis.  and  Gon. 

Is/  door^  R.) 
Bri.    {To  hifnself.)     I'm  sorry  I  ever  left  home  !   (^«/^r  Superior, 

2d  door,  R.) 
Superior.     How  is  he? 
Bri.     Who? 

Superior.     The  poor  invalid  !     Has  he  recovered  ? 
Bri.     Yes,  he  is  better  I     He  and  his  companion  will  soon  take  leave 

of  you ! 
Superior.    Leave  us!    {Enter  Bris.  &  Con.,  dij  monks  from   \st 

door,  R.) 
GoN.    {To  Bris.)     Did  you  hear  him  ? 
Bris.     {To  Gon.)    Yes  ;  but  we  haven't  gone  yet! 
Superior.     Why  do  you  leave  us  so  soon? 
Bri.     They  must  continue  their  pilgrimage  !     {Aside,  to  Bris.)  Take 

care  there  !     Your  gold  lace  shows!     (Bris.  arranges  his  dress.) 
Superior.     Your  presence   is   necessary  here  !     At  least,  until   the 

Cardinal  comes. 
Bri.   ) 

Bris.  [■         The  Cardinal! 
Gon.  ) 

Superior.     He  comes  to-morrow.    You  must  join  our  council  for 

the  reception  of  his  Eminence. 

{Enter  Simone,  2.d  door,  r.) 
Superior.    (7>  Sim.)    And  who  is  this  ? 
Sim.     It  is  I,  Madame — Simone,  of  Pichard's  inn  ! 
Gon.    {Aside  to  Sim,)     Marie's  answer ! 
Sim.    {To  Co^.  softly.)     If  the    Superior  will  leave  you,   Marie  will 

.neet  you  here. 
Bris.    {To  Superior.)     I  have  grand  ideas  for  the  reception  of  the 

Cardinal !     {Enter  Sister  O.,  2d  door,  r.) 
Sister  O.     The  council  is  assembled. 

Bris.    {To  Superior.)    On  his  arrival,  twelve  volleys  of  artillery. 
Superior.    {Starts)    Artillery? 
Bris.     But  I  forgot — you  have  no  cannon  here  I 
Superior.     Let  us  join  the  council.    {Exit  Superior,   Sister  q-* 

Bris.,  &  Bri.,  2d  door,  r.) 
Gon.    \_To  Sim.]     Will  she  come  here? 
Sim.     She  hait  promised  it    Here  she  is  1    [Enter  MAK.,2d doof,tL, 


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Sim.     I  will  keep  watch.     {Exit  Simone,  id  door,  R.) 

GoN.     You  are  good  to  come  here,  Marie  ! 

Mar.     How  could  I  refuse,  when  you  tlireaten  to  tell  the  Cardinal  ? 

GON.     {Aside.)     Bridaine  must  answer  for  that ! 

Mar,     Bridaine  said  my  love  would  be  fatal  to  you  ! 

GoN      It  w'.U  be   fatal,  if  you   do   not   consent   to  leave  this  place 

with  me ! 
Sim.    {Entering^     Some  one  is  coming  ! 
GoN.     (7<?  Mar.)     Stay!     This  disguise  will    be   enough  to   disarm 

suspicion. 
SlM.     It  is  Captain  de  Brissac.     {Enter  Bris.,  zd door,  r.) 
Bris.     Ah  1     What  a  council ! 

Sim.     If  you  should  kiss  me,  it  would  make  thirty-one  this  week  ! 
Bris.     I  am  too  much  occupied  about  the  council.      I  left  Bridaine 

there,  fast  asleep  !    {Seeing  G(jn.  and  Mar.,  hand  in  hand.)   Ah, 

I  see!     You  have  also  taken  advantage  of  Cridaine's  nap! 
Gon.     {Taking  Bris.  warmly  by  the  hand.)     Congratulate  me  !     Ma 

rie  love.s  nie,  and  will  follow  me  ! 
Bris.     You  astonish  me  ! 
Gon.     We  set  out  at  nightfall. 

Bris.     An  elopement?     I'm  there  !     {Enter  'LoM.from  door,  baclk.) 
Lou.     Who's  going  to  elope  ? 
Mar.     Louise!     We're  lost! 
Gon.     (Ti*  Lou.)    You  will  not  oppose  us  ? 
Lou.     On  one  condition  ! 
Mar.  Speak ! 

Lou.    That  I  go  too  ! 
Bris.  You  } 

Lou.     It  is  true,  I  do  not  love,  and  no  one  loves  me 

Bris.     That  will  come  ! 

Lou.     Sometime.     I  want  to  be  free  ! 

Sim.     Then,  do  not  marry! 

Lou.     Can  I  go? 

Bris.     I  will  take  you  away!     Let   us   go!     {Gon.  and  Mar.    and 

Bris.  and  Lou.,  arm  in  arm,  start  to  go.) 

Sim.     {Laughs.)     Well,  if  you  think    the  guard  will    let   you  walk  bv 
him  ! 

Mar.  True  ! 

GoN.     What  shall  we  do? 

Lou.     A  step-ladder,  of  course,  to  the  balcony,  and  then  to  the   door 
which  opens  to  the  road.     The  gardener  has  a  ladder. 


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Sim.     I  will  get  it.     {Exit  Sim.,  door,  L.) 

GON.     We  must  be  very.careful,  or  we  shall  be  discovered  ! 
{Enter  Simone.  door^  L.,  with  ladder^ 

Sim.     Here  it  is. 

Bris.     Is  it  safe? 

Sim.  I  don't  know,  but  it  is  heavy  !  {Putting  the  ladder  against  tht 
high  window  at  the  back.)    There  ! 

r?Ri.     {Outside.)     Here,  your  reverences  I 

GoN.     It  is  Bridaine's  voice! 

Mar.  &  Lou.     Oh  !     {Exit  Mar.,  Lou.,  Bris.  &  Gon.,  \st  door,  r.) 
Sim.  stands  iti  front  of  ladder.     Enter  Bri.   from   zd  door,  R., 
running  and  rubbing  his  eyes.) 

Bri.     I  was  asleep  !     Ah,  Simone  ! 

Sim.     Yes,  father ! 

Bri.  {Sees  ladder.)  Gracious  heavens !  This  ladder !  They  have 
escaped  ! 

Sim.     {Innocently.)     Have  they  ? 

Bri.     They  will  be  caught !    {Shouts.)   Sister  Opportune  ! 

Sim.     What  are  you  doing  }     They  will  all  be  lost ! 

Bri.     True.     But  the  ladder — is  it  safe  ? 

Sim.     You  can  try  it,  father. 

Bri.  I  will  take  the  same  road.  {Gets  upon  ladder.  As  soon  as  he 
reaches  the  top,  and  sits  on  wall,  dru7ns  are  heard  outside)  A  pa- 
trol !  I  am  blocked !  {Seeing  Sim.  carrying  off  the  ladder^ 
Simone,  the  ladder! 

Sim.     No  !     You  are  an  accomplice  !    {Exit  Sim.  with  ladder,  L.) 

Bri.     {Crossing  his  legs  on  the  wall.)     I'm  sorry  I  ever  left  home  ! 
{Enter  the  Superior,  Sister  Opporiune,  from   zd  door,  K.,  and 

all  the  pupils,  except  Mar.  and  hov.jfrom  door  at  back.) 
Gov.     {Outside.)     Open,  in  the  king's  name  ! 

Sister  O.  What  is  the  matter?  {She  opens  the  door,  i..  Enter 
Governor,  door  x...  followed  by  Rico.,  Sim..  Picii.,  Flower  ami 
Candy  girls,  Citizens,  with  escort,  passes  and  trumpt  ters.) 

Sup.  My  Lord  ? 

Gov.  Where  are  they  ? 

Sup.  Who  ? 

Gov.  The  two  friars.     We  shall  search  the  convent  1 

Sup.  But  what  have  they  done  ? 

Gov.  {Sees  Bri.)    What  are  you  doing  up  there  ? 


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Bri.     Admiring  nature ! 

Gov.     So   you  are  an   accomplice !     {They  place  the  ladder  and  ht 

descends)     Where  are  the  others  ? 
Bri.     I  protest  that  I  am  innocent ! 
Sup.  (Ti?  Gov.)     But  why  this  severity ! 

Gov.     You  will  soon  see  !     {To  Bri.)     Where  are  they?     Speak  '. 
Bri.     You  will  pardon  their  youthful  indiscretions? 
Gov.     Do  you  call  it  a   youthful  indiscretion  to  plot  against  the  life 

of  the  Cardinal  ? 
Bri.     You  amaze  me  ! 

Sup.    a  plot? 

Sister  O.     Against  his  Eminence? 

Gov.  Let  me  tell  you,  Sisters,  that  the  two  friars  whom  you  have 
welcomed 

Sup.     Were  not  monks  ? 

Gov.     They  were  conspirators  ! 

All.     Conspirators  ? 

Gov.  Conspirators  who  assumed  the  dress  of  monks  in  order  to 
to  more  easily  approach  the  Cardinal  and  thereby  strike  more 
surely. 

Bri.     Atrocious  !     The  poor  boys  I 

Gov.     {Quickly^    You  know  them  then  ? 

Bri.  I  ?  Yes — no — that  is  to  say — very  slightly  !  {Aside.)  I  am  sorry 
I  ever  left  home  ! 

Gov.  {'To  Bri.)  Do  not  leave  here.  {Commandingly.)  Search  the 
convent  and  the  wood  !  Dead  or  alive,  I  will  have  the  scoun- 
drels ! 

{Enter  Bris.  and  GoN.  from  ist  door,  R.) 

Br  is.     You  need  not  search  ! 
Gov.     Musketeers  in  the  convent? 
Sister  O      Musketeers!     Oh,  I  shall  faint ! 
Gov.     Captain  de  Brjssac?  de  Solanges  ? 
Sup.     Oh,  Father  Bridaine! 
Sister  O.     Oh,  Father  Bridaine! 
Bri.     {Aside.)     I'm  sorry  I  ever  left  home! 
Gov.     {To  Bris.  and  Gon  )     What  are  you  doing  here  ? 
Sup.    {To  the  Governor  )     We  were  entirely  ignorant  of  the  pres- 
ence of  these  gentlemen. 
Bris.     That  is  true,  sir.     Our  monk's  dress  entirely  disguised  us. 
GoN.     But  we  have  new  laid  aside  our  robes  forever  I 


H 

Sup.     Can  7  believe  my  senses?     0\  Father  Bridaine ! 

Sister  O.    Oh,  Father  Bridaine ! 

Bri.    (As/de-)    I'm  sorry  I  ever  leffc  hnme  ! 

Gov.     (To  Bn\s  and  GO'S.)     But  thjii  cannot   be  so!     The   conspir- 
ators  

Br  IS.     Are  at  *Ae  inn,  under  a  strong  (^.'uard.     We   tcok   their  robes 
while  they  'rere  asleep. 

Gov.     Ah  !     TWw  \  shall  have  them  yt-S! 

Bius.     (7b  Gov.)     \ We  had  not  commiUed  this  folly,  the  Cardinal 
would  have  Ids'-  h's  life  ! 

Gov.     Very  true  !     T^ey  would  have  bees  in  this  convent  instead  of 
you ! 

Bri.     It  was  I  who  r?'^'f  ^xiended  these  geallemen  to  come  here. 

Gov.  I  believe  you,  tbi*  fime,  Bridaine  !    I  shall  ask  his  Eminence — 

GoN.     To  pardon  us  ! 

Gov.     To  reward  you  ! 

Buis.    (To  Gov.)    Tha^^^1    There  are  two  niore — to  be  rewarded! 

Gov.     What  do  I  hear.? 

(Bris-^^^j  to  I  St  door,  r,   \r4  speaks  to  MAa  &  Lou.  Enter  Mar. 
and  Lou.) 

Bris.     This  way,  ladies  ! 

Gov.     My  nieces  I 

Sister  O.     In  the  same  room  »v?th  the  officer^i 

Sup.     We  shall  be  scandalizec'J 

Mar.  {To  Gov.)     I  love  Monsi'^'ir  de  Solanger  uncle! 

Bris.     I  adore  Miss  Louise — un^'r*! 

Bri.     Let  the  four  marry — uncle  I 

Gov.     The  Cardinal  shall  sign  tiie  f^v?»sv^^  M-Jtr  •-.  >^^^  ^ 


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No.  30.— FINALE.— "WITH  US  DARLING." 

All  and  Chorus. — Gontran. 

With  us,  darling,  you'll  march  away, 

Done  with  all  our  doubting  and  our  fears ! 

Marie. 

Farewell,  convent,  old  and  grey, 
And  welcome,  comrades  of  the  musketeers! 

Bri.ssac. 

Preaching's  not  quite  in  my  line, 

Tho'  my  parishioners  were  quite  divine  ! 

Still,  when  all  is  said  and  done, 

At  least,  a  charming  bride  I've  won  I 

SiMONE. 

Upon  the  lads  in  red  you'd  better  far 

Rely  in  thick  of  battle  fray  ; 
But  for  a  meeting  'neath  the  evening  star. 

It's  ten  to  one  upon  the  grey  ! 

Chorus. 

Rataplan,  plan,  plan,  plan,  plan  I  etc. 

On  red  rely  in  thickest  of  the  fray. 
Plan  !     Rataplan,  plan,  plan,  plan,  plan,  etc' 

But  for  a  meeting  'neath  the  evening  star, 
Give  a  girl  the  grey  ! 


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